Well, because words are immortal and universal.

Venturing around the wonders of my youth and innocence, with a silent mind crowding galaxies of thoughts within, there was still always a way that I could make sense of whatever went through in my head – writing. For some reason, painting the world with my words always felt like second nature; an old friend, a familiar face. Even when I was a little girl who could never be taken away from playgrounds, I was adamant with facing writing head on: even through my wrong grammar and childlike spellings.

As I grew up, well, nothing really changed. Aside from the fact that I was simply… growing up. I have always treasured my youth, and I admit — death irks me. Evidently, I never was good friends with time. But of course, the irony of it all, it is the one thing we can never defy.

While navigating through my worries, I also met new people, and it dawned upon me that not many can wield the beauty literature held within. And in those moments of awareness, I’ve decided to be the medium to amplify the thoughts and voices of those who fall silent under the weight of a pen.

I write to transgress against the inevitable, and let myself bask in immortality through the words I've borne. I write not only for myself, but for every soul that will grace my words with their mind.