I want to tell stories.

I want to breath life into worlds that only I can, and scribble it down into a legible form for others to enjoy.

I want to make characters that live and cry and laugh just like you and me, and I want the people who are reading the story cry and laugh with them.

I want to expand my voice across the universe, weave through the fabric of reality, and leave my mark on everything.

I want to create a mass of swirling words, so many that they become stars and moon in the sky, light for someone to read by.

I want someone, out there in the world, to stay up late into the night and read.

I want that person to feel a spark. A flame, with my stories the logs on the fire.

I want that person to go and carve their own universe of words, paper, and pages, and I want their voice to reach out into the universe and scream, just like I did.

“I. WAS. HERE!”

I want to tell stories.