I, I was always the kid with the book in her hands.
You see, I could never figure out how to make a home out of this world that I was born into, a home out of this body I was given.

So, I chose books instead. I chose paper. I chose words. I chose 26 letters which can be rearranged in an infinite amount of possibilities creating a world I could finally FINALLY belong to.

You know, someplace that won't tell that I am too loud,
too slow,
too much
yet somehow never enough.

In that world I learned that green eggs could taste just as good as regular eggs. It was also the world that when I was 13 made me realise how I'm not the only one who was lost and confused yet somehow always irritated with any and all parental figures. A place when at 18, struggling to understand what it meant to be a woman, showed me how to be one. Phenomenally.

But the thing is, it wasn't just that. Words were also a vehicle of some sorts that managed to transport me to much more exciting places to be like... Narnia! Or Hogwarts! Maybe even Middle Earth. But never Westeros because let's be honest, that place is messed up.

And here I am, 23 years later. Still trying to make a home out of this world, a home out of this body. 

But at least this time around I have 26 friends to help me along the way.