Dear Reader,
Everyday I observe books about people just like you and I, but what we don’t have in common is that they live in worlds where everything is perfect and imperfect at the same time. Worlds where love is both possible and impossible at the same time. In a book a person can be a demon, a fairy, a giant, etc. Literally anything the author can come up with. In school, I observe people who are bullied, envied, ignored, and worshiped.
I am one of the ones who is ignored. Although my brother and sister like to stand out in the crowd, I like to stick to the shadows. That is where I stay.
I listen to people, to music, to anything and anyone around me. I listen to music where people just like me spill their guts out in three-minute long recordings that are going to all the people of the world. I wish I had the confidence to do it but I don’t, writing is easier. It’s like all the words I want to use can be surpassed by a better, more precise word that I don't have to worry about fitting into a song or miss pronouncing it in a sentence.
Sincerely yours,
Author