We spend our life in search of inspiration. But inspiration is not something that adheres to a schedule, or a deadline, or a timeframe. Inspiration is that idea gnawing at the back of your head at three am in the morning, which makes you push back the sheets, climb out...

Every time someone leaves, they take with them a piece of you. And leave behind a hollow you, a void that you learn to unsee with time, but a void nonetheless. Living with the fact that it’s over is the hardest. People you once loved with all your heart, people...

Here I am. This is me. And this is where my blog will one day be.