1. it’s all in the wrist.

    it’s funny
    how I can see my evolution
    through my handwriting.

    I’m not talking figuratively.
    there’s a distinct difference
    between now and then
    through the pen in my hand.

    those sunny-eyed days
    with an immature imagination.
    scrawling, messy notations
    before my thoughts
    galloped away from me.
    cartoonish, almost.
    a childish exaggeration.

    but now?
    a reserved interpretation,
    as the subjects on the paper
    grew with gravity.
    with each curve, I can see
    that my creativity still runs free -

    but my handwriting’s grown up
    alongside me.

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