i view my life as a work of art that i am responsible for creating. i think like a painter, i dream like a photographer and i live like a writer. that is how the world evolves before me. when i write i combine everything i've spread on the canvas and everything i've captured in the frame. it all gets injected into the paper and it's beautiful.
if you could glance at my soul it would be covered in words: words i never could say to someone in person, words i could only express after careful reflection, words that make sense of how i perceive things that happen to me. words are romantic and vile; they are human and object. they are everything, the very basis of language and they comprise the very roots of our souls.
this is where i share my words with you.
'but words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.'
peace and love