All my life I have dreamed of being a writer. Journal after journal is scattered around my house filled with stories and thoughts randomly collected from different moments in my life.
Then, I just stopped.
Life starts to become more real, more time consuming, and it slowly stops creativity. You can not be something if you don’t believe in something. That something needs to be you.
I believe in me, I believe in my dream.
Please join me for random thoughts and dreams. For stories and imaginations.
I hope you enjoy.