words. words are an art - an art form so brilliantly beautiful and despairingly ugly, so blindingly bright and nauseatingly dark, that it captures something no other medium can. words are the space between crying and laughing, war and peace, things beginning and things ending. here, I use words to share stories in a different way - one that’s a bit wild, but is (hopefully) worth the ride for the hidden message within each sketch of my imagination.
I’ve dreamt of being an author since the first day I held a pen. I write anything I can - stories, reports, notes, poems - all of which were haphazardly scribbled in countless notebooks around my childhood home (much to my parents’ annoyance, I might add). now, I can finally try to write the stories that have been brewing for years - hopefully bringing you a bit of entertainment along the way.
P.S. I won’t beg you to subscribe, but if you do, I certainly will smile at my phone when the notification comes through :).