The ink in my pen is blood running through my veins.
The beat of music is the thump of my heart in my chest.
Because without either of these tings, both the vehicle and the tenor of each of these metaphors, I wouldn't have the capability nor the reason to live.

Whao.... honestly that was a very serious couple of moments, do note that my writing is NEVER that serious. I mess around and my general goal in my writing is to give a bitter sweet piece that is full of sarcastic humor and hilarious animated characters, but still have a horribly tragic ending. Basically a huge build up to a very sudden death of the story (not necessarily of a character, but I think we can all agree that the ending of a story feels like a death in the family). 

I'm a teenage writer with a morbid sense of humor, a great understanding of the usage of sarcasm and the vocabulary of a sailor/trucker hybrid.

I live for writing, reading and music. Like a fire, if any of my three pillars were knocked out, I would cease to exist.