Formalities aside, and on to cliches: writing is, and always has been, the love of my life. Quite frankly, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with the rest of my life, but writing is sure to be a part of it somehow.
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of angels.
-“Under the Bridge,” Red Hot Chili Peppers
No, I’m not from Los Angeles, but I feel passionately for the places I call home. I’m a native of Cleveland, Ohio, and will tirelessly defend my underdog of a hometown. Today, I live and work in Washington, DC, and obstinately defend the human and cultural aspects of this beautiful city on the Potomac — which exists far beyond its political significance.
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes
-“Arabella,” Arctic Monkeys
I guess this is where I speak to you about my goals with this blog. I doubt that it will ever attract an exceedingly large following, but I do have hopes to inspire the few whose eyes grace these pages with attention. My poetry is here for you, for your own emotional significance that you tie to it. My stories, at least some of them, share messages. The rest is here to seek freedom from the lonely darkness of my hard drive, or for some other, individualized purpose. You’ll know this when you see it.
So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
-“Phoenix,” Fall Out Boy
As a side note, I also have an uncanny obsession with Polaroids and old music records. Call me a stereotype. Once, I let myself take a picture of a chai latte next to a photogenic page of my notebook in a cozy little coffee shop. Whoops. I’ll try to be more original from here on out.
So when you see me flying by the planet’s moon,
You don’t need to explain if everything’s changed
Just know I’m just like you.
Feel free to message, comment, reach out, (share a page), or what have you. Participation in life is important. A lack thereof is called “death.”