About the little boy who writes the weird things here

Why words? I’ve thought. Why find happiness in this notion called language that the human race created over time for ease of communication?

I have no profound answer to that question except that it’s a way I’m comfortable expressing myself, and expression is what I believe one fundamentally needs to be human. So that’s all I’m doing. From short musings to writing in hopes of changing the world to some sad stuff, I’m letting out what I feel and what I think.

For now, I’m a nice little fifteen-year-old boy who likes to call himself a poet and an aspiring author. Wielding the power of words like it’s nothing.