I've always been drawn to the raw, unfiltered energy of heavy rock music—the kind that feels like it’s tearing something open inside of you, leaving you exposed yet somehow makes you stronger. Waaaaayyy back in college, when the world seemed divided into groups— the rockers on one side 💀😈💀, and hip-hoppers on the other ✌✌👌—I knew exactly where I stood. Rock was more than just music; it was a statement of identity, a rebellion against the mundane. The aggressive riffs, the head-banging intensity, the sheer force of it all—it was like channeling the chaos of life into something tangible, something powerful. So, when the era of Nu metal emerged, blending rap and pop with my sacred rock, I didn't like it. It wasn’t that I couldn’t appreciate the craftsmanship behind it—I could—but it felt like a dilution, a watering down of everything I held dear. You had to pick a side back then, and I chose rock with a sort of blind loyalty, fueled more by the need to belong than by...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.