Kylie. Moonlit beaches. Meetings in the reeds. Snow in August. Petrichor dreams. Anchor tails. 

Existence, I feel, is something more than conscious to me.

Writer through moonlight, stars, and the endless infinite, even in the seasons of day in which those views are not accessible. 

Give me a Coldplay song and I could write just about anything.
That may be due to the fact that Coldplay is my heart and soul.

Currently in the process of writing a book...and questioning as to if I should post it.

Give me a telescope and my mind shall be fueled with enough magic to simmer upon my words forever.

Fly on ☄