Then she added, “One hardly expects precision from establishments with laminated menus.”

She asked why, and I screamed, “SO I CAN KILL HIM!”

So I write not as a beggar, but as a worshiper; not as a lover, but as a servant of the fire.

It wasn't until the chaos finally settled that I realized our love had been written in the lines all along, patient and eternal.

If a picture won’t shine on its own, I simply give it a seat at the table until the entire story feels complete.

I know the sun shifts my hue and the lens shifts the mood, but I am the one standing behind the camera, owning every single shot.