Well, hello there.

I close my eyes under the open sky. The sun warms me, but a bit too much. 

The planet is burning, and we’re burning within it. 

What will hurt the most? The burnt skin peeling off or the pain from losing everything knowing I could've done more?

I’m not waiting to find out.

I want to take the fire within me and transform it into creative advocacy for the accessibility and spread of available climate-related content and environmental justice. 

Blood runs, rage builds. 

Why would I go on without trying?