A long lost poet and dreamer…

When I was little, I would write in my diary every single day.  Sometimes I would write poetry, sometimes songs, and sometimes my daily frustrations and joys flooded my diary pages.  Either way, I was left feeling fulfilled…or empty.  However you look at it my diary was a kaleidoscope I pieced together with words showing my world as I knew it.  Vast, colorful, angry, and curious.

My captor is my keyboard.

My escape is my keyboard.

Cheers to my long lost self…it’s going to be fun getting re-acquainted