I am a writer.

i met someone last night who asked me if was a writer. they didn’t know i grew up writing in a journal, writing poetry or song lyrics. they didn’t even know i sing. i barely spoke to them and they just knew. yet i didn’t even know.

i had apologized for not being myself. that’s when they asked. i clearly showed my surprise at the question. they said they could tell i have something to share.

i have been seen.

i expressed my gratitude for being seen. as i usually wore the trench coat and held the magnifying glass. again, they said, you should write.

the universe had spoken.

and so i sat down. and so i wrote.

and this morning, this blog was created.