Every passing day is a lesson in gratitude, and an opportunity to expand awareness toward greater consideration of the precious and unique nature of the experience that is life. Our time here is so short. What makes things beautiful, if not transience? We cannot hold onto that which we cherish forever, and that is why we cherish it so.

I aim to understand who people are. My passion is peering into the soul of another, and perhaps being influenced by them and their mind. I want to feel the magnitude of the human spirit impressed upon my own. I want to love and be loved. I fear the deepest and most intimate aspects of being are utterly inexplicable, and that being understood and understanding others is nearly impossible. Still, I will never give up on this aspiration. I aim to articulate the concepts we cannot bring into words, and illustrate what it means to be. I will make poetry out of those things that define what poetry is. Namely, the beauty of life, particularly in the imminence of death. To be mortal is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open to love.