I’M EDMUND



My hands seem to be louder than my mouth; I guess that's how I'm made. I write to free myself from my thoughts. I hate ideas coming and going, thoughts sneaking in and out like my head is some deserted space for anything to just pass through. I like to remain in the moment and with the emotion, whether bitter or sweet, ugly or beautiful, perceptible or not, till I can construct my feelings in my own words.... and that's when it earns my respect and get the space to remain to be remembered. Yes, I love to be crazy. That's when everything makes sense to me.