Before this page was empty, it didn’t exist until it did.
I am a writer, I seeker of stories, the most important one in existence is my own because it is the lens of how I see the world and the only one that matters. All the others help to feed my own.
I have created a world and now I am just seeking a way to manifest it from an idea into my reality. It lives at the edges of my existence until it doesn’t.
I am a traveler, untethered to a place, home is where I am right now built on where I was raised, where I have lived and being pushed towards the home I view in my mind.
I am a fighter, I have been in the ring, when I never thought I could, I’ve won, I’ve lost and you fight because it makes you feel alive.
I am my best self, a visionary about the world I am still creating, imagining a brutal world where humanity can still find beauty among its harsh reality.