Writer. Using that word, to describe me, feels like cheating. Why am I a writer? Just because I decided so? Just because I want to be so?
I don't want to use that word because I don't feel that I belong to it. But I can. I can be a writer, I know it.
Words... are such a silly little thing. I can use them. I can manipulate them. If I'm on a good day, I can use them to shape feelings, to create complete thoughts. And yet, they're still such a silly little thing... They can't stand by themselves. They lack a real meaning. They're just... Reflections of ideas. Pieces of the shattered glass that is the reality when it's imaginated.
Words are my weapon. With them, one day, I will rise as a writer.
 
Until that happens, I can write for you. I'd love to be part of a serios comic-book, in any genre.