My dad once told me, "there are four types of people in this world: Sheep, shepherds, angels, and saints. Not all of them are good and not all are bad. The sheep follow, the saints lead. If there are four types of people I would list them as: The spring, The mother, The winter, The dictator. The spring know no better, the mother knows “best”, the winter are what pages they read, the dictator wrote and published every version there ever was or will be of said book. It has no title or plot and few lessons on critical thinking It is a gift. This my first book, so far, of mostly poetry that my dear friend, Naive Poet, helped me edit. It's hard to not be so critical of my work but I believe that perfection is the opposite of progress. Right now, I have this momentum that comes youth and I don't plan to lose it by holding on to tight. What good is practice if never go on stage right? I made this because the process felt good- felt right. It was cathartic and I deserve to let myself be proud of my abilities. Once I do that then I can continue to only get better.