I write to change the world. It is my mission to make sure the whispered voices around the world echo, because my throat gets so painfully tight at times, and I know there are people out there like me. And if we continue to tell our stories, people will continue to relate and find themselves within the lines.
And we create life and we create connection. There is an inherent magic inside the spaces between words and sentences. And sometimes the spaces mean more than anything we could have ever written. There are an infinite number of stories to be told, and millions of different ways to tell each one. The permutations of creation are limitless and life-changing.
So I talk about the cages our own brains incarcerate us within. Because if there is a freedom out there, it does not lie within isolation and silence. To know who you are is one of the most impossible things you can do. We are inevitable loops of life and passion, and there are many people who view circles as having an infinite number of sides. And to know each one is to know another secret of life.
My stories will linger like the dusty scent of spirits who have owned a house long before you ever stepped inside. I write to change the world. Because I write the stories people believe it safer to keep hidden, for the threat of rejection is not as terrifying as the threat of change being a far off thing.
