I write about feeling. I write about how her hip bones seem to jut out like a remorseful skirt over her legs. I write about the down-turn of a lip. About fingers that seem to stretch out like anchors and hold on tight. About the mother of three that regrets having settled down, but can't bring herself to say it. About the little boy that feels like a stranger within his own skin, because his society tells him its color is taboo. In short, I write about living.
who I am in a "sentence": 19-year-old/writer/human like being/me
current projects: graphic novel / novel / more short films