A stranger between the lines.

No name, no face, no story that reveals too much. I prefer to let my words speak for themselves.

I write whatever crosses my mind. Sometimes profound, sometimes dark, sometimes humorous, sometimes full of emotion. I have little interest in the boundaries of genre. I move between the lines, giving free rein to my imagination.

I seek neither praise nor criticism. You don’t need to rate or comment on my writing; it is more than enough for me if you simply read it. Perhaps you might pause for a moment, or perhaps you might recognize yourself in some of these lines. And perhaps a particular thought will stay with you, long after you’ve finished reading.

From time to time, I will publish new pieces—sometimes more, sometimes less. Just as the mood strikes. Some will be freely accessible, while others remain behind closed doors. Not everything is meant for every pair of eyes …there are reasons for that.

At times, my words reveal more about me than I would ever choose to disclose myself.

marohe