Some view me as poetic, an advocate for art, or an embodiment of empathy for this Earth. Some say that my words reflect their very souls. After reading Starry’s Confessions, their perceptions might become yours too.
But all I can truly say about myself is this:
My heart is a finely tuned instrument, and my mind—its favorite composer. Together, they converse, and I write my soul’s statements. These confessions are fragments of feelings that once lived within me. They are the merging of imagination and reality—sometimes even pieces of a life now left in memory.
I hope you enjoy the read.
With love, S.K. Jackson
“Love doesn’t just exist; it is created. Hate doesn’t just exist; it is created. And the choice resides in all of us; as we are the creators.
Do not neglect the seeds within you, as they are the beginning.
Give them time to grow. Nurture them, feed them, and give them light.
This will allow the seeds to create roots, so they become a strength within you.
Do not give up. Spend the time to aid your talents to reach great heights.”
— Sara Kirsty Jackson, Starry’s Confessions
Starry's Confessions 
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