Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

I want to keep looking at ways to stride forward with positivity.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

I wrote before I could write. I got my hands on a journal, maybe a hand-me-down; I had three older siblings. My first entries are in the handwriting of the sister closets in age (5 years my senior). She must have gotten tired of my dictations because she gave up and then my blocky scrawl shows up. I wrote plays as a kid mostly.

Writing across genres has made me more prolific. When one is fighting me or simply not cutting it, I turn to another.

Don't shame the young for releasing their pent-up fear.

Try to think of writing as a gift - more complexly put: it is the curse and the cure.