We believe in our ability to do good, our ability to be ourselves, our ability to love and to laugh and to listen.
We are not hopeless or lost, nor are we satisfied or found.
We are human.
We breathe creation from the tips of our fingers and dream of undiscovered realities. Our magic comes not from some higher power, but from within ourselves. The greatest gift the universe could think to give such a small species on a floating chunk of space debris hurtling towards destruction.
A critic, a daughter, a muse, a creator, an innovator, a conversation yet to be held in a place that does not yet exist.
I am not you, nor you I.