Dearest Muse, I don't think I've ever thanked you for all you have done for me. For as long as I could remember, storytelling was an interest of mine and if not for your faith in me, poetry readings would be the only way my voice was heard. The longer I wrote, the more I reminisced of the good ol' days of elementary school life filled with annoying "ABC order" assignments and vocabulary tests; which at the time were nothing more than an anchor; a mere waste of time. Though, as I reached 6th grade, I truly saw the beauty of life in kaleidoscope-like fashion; various complex topics and how words could express them all. These lessons proved worthwhile as they aided in reaching my current level of insight and helped the ensnared soul voice his thoughts--relating to all who listen. The longer I wrote, the more beauty there was to experience; growth filled every word possessed--I was creating something beautiful.

My point is this. I would have never thought of sharing a piece of me like this to the world; you took my hand and directed me through a gorgeous door filled with my very essence. A part of me that shows itself in every piece written, and a dauntless character that relishes pushing the envelope and challenging the conformist thinking encasing the world we live in. Furthermore, what has started as a medium solely for enjoyment was nurtured into something to vent through and truly grip the finer and important things in life.

P.S.

I've had brilliant teachers within every niche, yet the one that sticks out more than most is you. Thank you for your faith, soul, and open-mindedness.

Sincerely,

Mario Castelli