This book is my own.
In here there is no write/right or wrong.
My soul and my pen intrinsically connected.

Words spilling, emotions fleeing. Without judgment or condemnation.
The only consideration is truth. My feelings, my dreams and my beliefs.
Those are my truths.

Reality does not dictate my truth. Reality does not shape my truth. I see that which does not exist and yearn for it. I see that which does and often wonder “Why?” My ideals bind me not the hypocritical and contradictory terms of our existence.

Yes, they are captured for immortality. But they mean no harm. Their existence alone does not constitute an attack nor a grudge. They are merely words yet so much more. Unlike my spoken words which must be weighed oh so carefully; these are my own. I speak my truths on this paper, this computer. I say what I feel and see and hear and live. On this paper, I do not talk funny. My poetic ramblings, over-versed speak and descriptive rants make sense. My words become alive and sentient. Not judged by who I am, but for what they mean.

These words, these pages belong to me. But are so much more. Because of this, I allow you to glimpse into me. Because it is right. I do not invite argument or debate. I do not mean to alarm or offend. If you are hurt by the content, the question I ask is “What touched you so?” Discover yourself. Create your own words. Your own world.

If this is beyond your willingness to yield; I extend many well wishes and pray you one day believe beyond yourself.

If you accept these terms, I invite you in.