I am a writer. I have searched this life to find how to let you see the wonder and the torment within. I have cried and wept and screamed words that made no sense. And then I would write a letter that flowed for pages, prints of my mind. Letters burned, messages deleted and emails trashed, bits of my mind lost forever, for I am what I write. Corny, poetic and unreal. I am what I write, romantic, a dreamer, believing in love at first sight. But you see I do not believe in love at first sight but it rhymed and so I writ. So what am I beyond the words that flow. I am the thoughts and the motivation. I am a writer that lives to write and live a tragic love life because that is what happened in every great love story that ended in a kiss.
But life is not of only love, it is of open skies and the roughest seas. So come with me.
Dreams in reality, truth in the lies and a method to my madness. Come see me in the shadows, there is more light here than you might at first think.