I write. Who doesn't, really? Some write to be understood, some to just pass the time and leave something behind. Well, I write for all those reasons and for the fact that there's this world inside me I can't seem to make sense of. I write to understand and I don't think I ever will, not fully anyway.

I'm quiet but all the words I write down, they speak not in whispers; they shout and scream, right at the universe. At the endless possibilities until they're heard...