So long as men breathe

Have you ever felt like you had a song just itching to get out of your fingertips?
A story chained to your chest trying to break free?
The words glued to the tip of your tongue? So close to get past your lips, but not close enough.

That is me everyday.


This is going to be my attempt to scratch that itch, break those chains and unstick those words with acetone.



It might just be about me,

about my foiled attempt to capture the words between lines,

about life

or about nothing at all.

But if you find yourself here, I welcome you to take part of my journey in life and to give what matters most to me the most beautiful kind of immortality.

Immortality through words.

"in eternal lines thou grow'st"

(it might be narcissistic to try to find immortality, but don't we all want to leave a mark no matter how small?)