Life is messy.
Its not a stack of newly laid paper in a dustless room.

No, it's a room full of waste baskets, books, and half chewed pencils. With paper balls all over the floor and haphazard stacks of half written scribbled out experiences.

Somewhere in all that mess though, is a decently organized thought that makes up a small reflection of character.

This is my digital version of that room.

I'm from South Jersey but don't know what that means if anything at all.

Born and raised in a chaotic dance of farms, suburbs, and the Atlantic. I find most of my peace near the sea.