A molecule floating in the air searching for another force to bind me with itself in order to fulfill a purpose.
A speck of dust sitting in the corner wondering and waiting for the world fade away slowly together with my very being.
I can be your melody drifting across the ocean. I can also be the reason why the hair at the back of your spine stands.
Jack of all trades, master of none.
I groove, I can be your Juliet and I can be your worse version of Shakespeare.
An aspiring writer. A future doctor.