About

Where does something begin but somewhere?

I never intended to write but over fifteen years down the line, I am still here pounding away at the keyboard and all started because I cheated at my school homework.

Expression has become the addiction, fading out alcohol, violence, dark machinations and self-hatred.

Writing as well as strong friendships forged in the darkest of times have worn the barriers around an armoured core, which at one time never wavered, never cracked nor showed a glimpse to the outside world of what was going on beneath the eyes for the illusion was perfected since childhood.

Life is hard but it is not strength to refuse to fall but to have the strength when fallen to rise again time after time after time.

Strength is not how much you can lift but how much you can bare.

When you try to control your emotion, try to strip the very essence of your own soul away you become a devil with a mechanical heart living your own hell.

I am not a poet, a writer, artist, actor, photographer or anything else, which has a label for an art. I am an expressionist and enjoy the freedom it gives me.

Expression has no rules or boxes to fit in or be placed in, no qualification or design for praise or a solid medium it is only what it is.

This site is my uncensored expression that has evolved from writing into other mediums. The work is how it turns out in whatever medium. Whether I like it or loathe it, it is here.

A lot of work is completed in one sitting apart from short stories and films.

It is part of the unravelling of a tongue, which stayed silent for far to long and positive creation from someone who in the past who would have watched the world burn with indifference.