As much as our world revolves around money, most of the things that really matter are priceless. What is the cost of the sun shining upon you? What is the air that you breathe worth to you? What hourly wage would you pay your beating heart...?
Love, inspiration, a simple hug - all worth more than we could ever pay for. They are gifts. My poems are gifts as well. Tiny ones, but gifts nonetheless... They were given to me to be written down, and they were meant to be shared to help make this world just a little bit brighter. There is no pricetag I could possibly put on them. So I don't.
This is my life's work, and with your help, I can keep it free. Thank You!