People always look at me and wonder what my dreams are, because they see me and they see an unfinished book. But my dream was always to have the life I have today, because for the longest time no one around me believed I could have it. What was worse - they didn’t think it was attainable. And they didn’t think I deserved it.

But patience is a virtue. God’s been preparing me for something… else. Quietly. I’ve been a little numb, a little careless, a little more everyday. I wanted to blend in, knowing I don’t blend well. Taking in all the information around me like it’s another one of my research projects.

But it seems a fire’s igniting.