My cousin was working on a poems book which actually manifested a few months later. On 13th december 2017 I went to visit him. He was promoting his first poems book on an evening in a Church. This is his kind of thing. He was speaking out his love for this girl (his bright star) who never returned, except as a good friend.

The book was standing on a table, since years, and it took 7 years of psychoterapy to understand from where his panic attacks come from. Yes, of course, I have encouraged him to write more and finish a project, like a way to move forward ( no matter poems quality or gender ). And he actually did.