When my heart feels heavy, I write. It’s an extension of myself. When the feelings become overpowering, when it’s hard to connect my body with my mind, my emotions with logic, I use words to connect the dots. It’s the art I know how to best use, to utilise, so I make sure I do. I go in-between feelings, emotions, stages, so quickly. We all do. Sometimes you have to slow down and document, try and capture how you feel in that moment in time, or what’s the point? Where’s the authenticity? I write because I have this buzz inside of me that’s continuos, that doesn’t stop until I release it with a flow of words. That represent the flow of life, my life. It’s therapeutic, it’s self medication, it’s what I do. It’s how I make you understand. It’s my medium.


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