.... In the beginning there was a word...

To be honest this feeling that I have is like meeting up with my long lost lover whom we've never really broken up - Writing, storytelling really.. I kid you not, there's never been any sort of fabrication to all the poems and stories I've shared and there will never be one, I think fabrication makes writing difficult and it never works for me. See I value writing like an emotional investment

Don't let anyone fool you into believing that writing is easy, otherwise everyone is a writer. Writing has the same trigger as all the post damages of relationships and friendships that you never dealt with..that sure must've triggered something.Yes?No?Maybe?

See writing is like confronting self for all the short comings you have had, requires you to confront yourself about what you're actually feeling - Like this moment, I'm sitting on the bathroom seat with my jeans on, hoping that this blog will actually convince you to come back for more because really I have alot to talk about, those that have had an encounter with me will tell you... But I'm here for you.

Yes you, a complete stranger who someone just shared a link because they've seen my work of art and you want to see for yourself what is the "Fuss" about that girl who writes poetry

Welcome to my world, with no Filter, I am here to strip myself naked for you to see, but I must warn you though I have alot of scars both old and new, don't be scared to ask I'll tell you the stories about all of them only if you come back ❤️