The Mastery

Over the endless no's and criticism of not being good enough. Feathered Pens Print came to Fruition 

We're Writers, we don't cry. We bleed from skin like ink to paper. Waterlog in crimson, all the despondency. Vehemence burning bright, jumping page to page, words occupying, luring recollection and association of what it is to be completely human.

The Heart is a museum of everything, and everyone loved. We invest in passion, not talent. There's a four-leaf clover in the field; all you must do is look.