I was eighteen years old when I found my love for writing/arts. My thoughts are never forced. Inspiration guides me what to write or create. I could be anywhere when these thoughts and ideas come through. For instance, one of my poems was formed while I was relaxing in the bathtub. I could be down at the Fitzroy River, fishing, or I could be driving. All I know is that I need a pen and paper close by so I can make notes. Writing and arts are my escapism. Writing and arts help me forget my pain. This book of poems will take you on an interesting journey about my life and so much more.