"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.. Like a maze with walls all continuously changing."
I write to organize my thoughts. It gives me the opportunity to meet my ideas, face to screen. I learned that in order to move past yourself, you have to first get over yourself and transcend the opinions of the world surrounding you. So, excuse my process as I maneuver through the layers and stages of my life, and in my attempts to express myself in the only unfiltered, authentic, raw way that I know how. Enjoy the ride, folks. You are now free to move about the cabin.