I have been talking to myself since I can remember. Like a closeted  fool, just in my mind at first, then in the mirror and finally in my phone, as voice notes, notes and drawings. In the gimmick of life or so I like to tell myself, these voice notes were often lost, suppressed and forgotten. 

26/December/2017
I am 22 and what only time I feel at peace is when I write down my thoughts, sometimes these thoughts take shape of random narrations but somehow three years past my teenage years and three years before the "peak of youthfulness", I have kept on suppressing my urge, but not anymore. Today, I made the shortest new year resolution of my life, to allow myself to be happy.

3/January/2017
I have a problem, or maybe a blessing. I dream, not normally but I dream of tales and narrations, it is unique and weird but it gives me stories, fascinating ones and unconventionally, I remember every minor detail. My first narration on Wattpad, came directly out of my dream, I did some change added some characters and today I am putting up the first chapter, if you like the story and you want to appreciate it, just know that you have more to say to my sub-conscious than me.