I am a hopeless romantic, a sucker for cliches and happy endings. A wandering soul; sometimes lonely being alone, sometimes enraptured in this solitude. A part of my heart is grieving, for this world and for myself. Yet, a part of me also rejoices, my happiness can't be contained. I'm a lovely mass of contradictions. I might THINK this, and FEEL differently.

What better way then to express myself? To try to understand myself more? To continue to grow and improve? To understand others? To try and unlock the world's mysteries?

I read. I write.