An ode to my first love, writing.
Whether being read to or squiggling lines on paper to weave stories that only I could recite back was the epitome of my childhood. My fascination with the way people, amongst the ages, have woven words onto paper has only soared greater into the stars since then. Every inch of me has always desperately needed to write, though learning to read and write in my native languages was very difficult for me; I despised making the same mistakes, it handicapped my love.
In spite of all trials life has given me, writing has been the scapegoat to inspire me to keep going no matter what stood in my way. The foundations of my soul are built upon ink and parchment, I couldn´t exist without it.
It´s my purpose to inspire others that my fight, their fight, our fight will have been worth more than just stars.
The torch has been passed, it´s our turn to tell this story.