the cries of the ocean
i hear the ocean, though i'm nowhere near. i feel the rhythm and motion, it's in my heartbeat -- i hear. she calls my name, and I don't...
a young writer ready to take the thoughts and writings from the journals hidden inside a desk in order to now share them with you.
with each year that passes, my answer to the question of what i want to do when i grow up, continues to never get easier to say. i have never known that answer (just ask my family... it drives them crazy) and any ideas i may have change depending on the day. i truly wish i could live 17 lives all in one so i could tackle everything i have interest in but apparently that's not how it works. with that being said, the one constant factor in all of my ideas and hopes for the future, is that i want to enjoy what i do and be able to be creative and write as much as possible. by now sharing with you all the pages straight from my journal (lowercase letters and all) i declare i am a writer and one with an appreciation and view for writing as a form of art-- an eloquent and strategic composition of words-- and no longer want to hold myself back from any and all potential.
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" i can see this stronger, amazing, fearless version of myself that one day i hope to evolve into. "
-- ariana grande