I enjoy writing. Language is the background music of my life. I write to escape the real world and my own personality. Building worlds with words is a form of creative, therapeutic exercise that keeps my mind anchored and helps me combat the bouts of dark depression that come and go.
I prefer to use words as building blocks on a linguistic playground: I see them as infinitely malleable. The things that I express in my writing offer a window into the wintry night of my soul. Without this outlet I have no reason to exist.
“Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.” — Mark Twain