I read a poem titled “Unknown Citizen” it told the sad reality of a man who died and no one came to claim his body. The authorities had no identification of him. As I grew I realised how I am unknown to even my closest people because of the other me that exists in my mind. I write when I am sad or when I am happy. I escape reality by being present in an imaginary story, that’s how I know I love writing. Therefore, this is my platform to grow…Don’t restrain me, don’t suffocate me, I am eager and desperate for FREEDOM AND AN ABUNDANT LIFE. I LOOK FORWARD TO A UTOPIAN WORLD…
