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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.