The Minstrel Boy, to the war has gone
In the ranks of death, you’ll find him
His father’s sword, he’s girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him

“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”

The Minstrel fell, but the foe man’s chains
Could not bring this proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder

And said, “No chains shall sully thee!”
“Thou soul of love and bravery,
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"

~The Minstrel Boy: Black Hawk Down

I am a thinker.
I am a writer...
...Well, I try to be.

I express my mind on things that matter and I do it proudly yet softly. I'm not a shouter. I'm a whisperer, a singer and I keep alive the stories I know. I write what appeals to my thoughts and my emotions, for I cannot deny that I am emotional. I will try anything to open up my mind so long as it causes no harm.

I put wax and cotton in my ears to experience deafness.

I bound my feet to a wheelchair for a day to experience, at least to the best extent, being wheelchair-bound.

I do not have to blindfold myself. I am already blind. I was born with under-developed optic nerves. There's no cure, but if there were, I would not accept it.

I am curious however, to knwo what it is like for a day, to have "normal" vision. However, I am afraid.

I am afraid of losing the vision I already have. I am afraid of becoming blind to the diversity of the world. I am afraid of prejudice.

My writings reflect my beliefs, my thoughts and what I see. I see as Erik, the Phantom. I see as Frankenstein's Creation. I see as Adrea Bocelli. I see as the Blind Surgeon.

I see as Myself.

I write instead of crying. I write to honour the stories I've lived and the stories I've been told. I write to honour those I hold dear.

I write to make Erik, the Musketeers, and Frankenstein's Creation proud.

I write to make the fallen warriors of times past and present proud, to assure them that their passing is not in vain.
Titanic...Warriors of old...Ordinary people turned heroes by extraordinary circumstances...

I write to let nothing be forgotten, for someone dear to me taught me a valuable lesson:

"When you Create, Create with Passion!"

This is my Passion.

~~"The candle that burns the brightest is, most often, the shortest lived." - For Pendrell Vodalia II... Rest in Peace, my T'hy'la