It’s all about imagination. The brain is a limitless sponge, an internal playground of childhood wonder and horror. Dickinson embraced both and I intend to do the same.

If we feed ourselves with the right amount of knowledge, give ourselves room to breathe and allow ourselves to grow beyond adolescence, our minds will stretch out like an endless horizon. Worlds we never knew existed will come into focus, especially those that lie within.

I feel that if I am not constantly growing, evolving as a writer and as a person, then I will become a dead world. 

There is no stone I wish to leave unturned. No path unexplored. I want to do it all, but I’m willing to take the scenic route, and enjoy the view along the way. Read more about my journey here.