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Bio's are hard, yet must be done. I could write what I think you want to read or hear, but that would be a lie.
So, here it.

It begins with,
I'm a dreamer. I spent more times in dreams than reality. So much so, I've perfected the act of walking between dreams and reality. Yet it not enough. I want my dreams to become reality. And I do that with my words.

I'm quiet, but my mind is noisy, a balance it seems.

I'm many things that can't fit in a 2000 word space, and I believe you are too.

I'm not the kind to handout sunshine and daisies. Yet I'll tell you there is a strength that comes from pain.

I'm quiet, as I said; yet I talk more than anyone, because I'm always in a conversation with myself.

I may not be what you want; maybe I could want you need.
In a time where we have invented things that bridge distance, we have never being more far from each other.

Let my words, your words, create a bridge that connect all.

Words: one of those things that can travel through space and time.

I'll reach for you. Yet I wonder, will anyone reach for me? Yet, I reach still.

Bio's: one of those things that is hard to write, if you tell yourself the truth.

The truth is great vulnerability.