I don't wake up to an alarm, push myself due to deadlines or move faster because I have boss trailing my ass. I wake up and push myself forward in response to a deep calling within me to speak up, to write, to be a bridge, to love...to create. Silently following the crowd damn near killed me once- I'm not going back there. I am pushed forward through my fear and insecurities by the ugly memory of the darkness that falls on a creator that doesn't create. I came here to do magic, my soul demands it. I'm not trying to make a name for myself or prove my worth to anyone, I'm just trying to stay in the light.