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i am an open window. tangled sheets at 1am.

i count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes open. it’s how i know that i’ll always remember them.

My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on my bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and 33 years later, I still am.

I arrived a writer because my heart and body was creatively broken. I felt I had failed a relationship with my artistic expression, but looking back I realize this was meant to be part of my story. I longed for a different outlet — I found it and haven't let go.

My words are not just for me.
they are for you.
they are for all of us.

When you are home, then I am, too.