A Writer.

My writing has never been for anyone else, it was always mine; a close intimate expression and translation of the life I've lived. I never wrote with the intention of visibility or consumption. As an artist, no matter the medium of art you choose, I believe visibility does not equate to success. It is important to express and process without the audience in mind. I have never wanted my words to be plastered for the masses. I would rather a handful of people digest my writing and feel an immense sense of connection and solidarity rather than everyone read it dismissively. I want my writing to mend and connect with another person, perhaps illicit unknown emotions. I want people to read my words and think, "This too has been felt, I'm not alone in this." I want to connect more than I want to be known. 
Above all else, my writing is for myself. Art will always be for the artist before it becomes an interpretation or lapse of entertainment for the person on the other side. As a writer, I have written everything down in my life-from irrevocably complicated experiences to the smallest sparks of attachment and everything in between. I have this strange idea, if I don't write it down, it does not belong to me. For some people, it's music or painting as a process of emotions, for me it's pen to paper. 
But human connection, the ability to immerse and empathize with the way of the world and each other is what, I believe, we were put here to do. Art is the conception of humanity in the most intimate form, it is the perception and perspective of the world around us and our lived experiences. 
Literature and language have been the most relevant sources of human connection for decades. It is through stories and shared words that humanity is held together and camaraderie exists. 
I never believed in magic until I wrote. 
That moment when someone from another generation, or a world away, a person raised on an opposing religion, or culture, a person cut from another cloth's words align with your heart and we realize we're all intertwined in some cosmical way. 
So here is all of me, complete and vulnerable; unabridged.