A lover of words. Of stories and such. Of living through characters. Of fantastical places. Books are such magic and their tales such medicine because they inspire us. Transport us. And ultimately, transform us into new creative creatures who yearn to give back similar joy. All within the comforts of a coffee house.
My journey is this. Here and now. Reading. Writing. Creating. Breathing. It’s all the same. Necessary. Needed. It’s joy filled. It’s pain packed. It’s a blessing — and a curse. A curse — and a blessing. And I choose it. Because it first chose me.