Words flow in rhythm from my brain to the paper, through the quill in my hand. The passion in my heart and soul, spill upon the parchment. When my fingers touch the smooth cold button of the camera, and the sound clicks, and the image is frozen in time, my heart melts. My eyes see everything through the end of a camera, my brain thinks with quill in hand, and a novel engraved within it. Expressing myself through words and photographs, is a passion of mine, that will never die down. I will not be forced to work 24/7 in a office, with pale stale walls and the smell of cleaning products. I will not sit all day in a cubed prison, typing things that mean nothing to me. I will live my life how I so choose. I will write what I like, and photograph what I choose, and live the life style in which comes along with it.