When I was younger I had dreams of sleeping in libraries. Is that weird? A library with colorful threaded carpet. A library with smooth endless shelves. A library with floating hardcovers. A library where I could reach up whenever I wanted and grab just the right book. A library that felt humble and safe. The fresh smell of newly printed paper with a spine that has never creased. That was my dream, to spend my days in a place which held millions of narratives. 

When, I am a teenager; I had daydreams of an office. It held books upon books with locks upon doors. My life was simple and I could do as I wanted, be free, and have great logic. I had mastermind thoughts and all the praise. And above all I lead the world with my face of peace and faith.

My hobbies: 

Reading, Writing, and listening to wicked music that inspires me!!!