I am nothing short of ordinary. I breathe words and I eat them for breakfast. Now that, just makes me sound like a serial word killer. Sometimes witty, sometimes serious, always trying to hard. I'm still learning, still breathing, still hoping, still trying to be poetic beyond my years but hey, at least I'm trying. My works try to capture that ever illusive "essence of life". They try to describe the magic that constantly surrounds us, in our sleep and when we're conscious. Its far from perfect but it's my truth and the world as I see it and there's always room for improvement. So, why not give them a shot, a read and a review?