Dear stranger,

Hmmm... how vague can I be about myself without losing credibility as your trusted narrator?

You can call me Blue; yes, that is an alias, and no, it is not my favourite colour. I'm living quite a vivacious life, as one does in their mid-twenties, and I love to channel my inner thoughts in its multiplicities — one of which is through writing.

Now, why are you hiding behind a mask?

I'm fortunate to have many eyes on me, but it does leave me feeling vulnerable at times. I've had enough experience telling my stories and ideas to the public through different mediums without feeling so exposed... but there are thoughts I only want whispered between walls.

So, I invite you to my sacred home, Blue Lily, Lily Blue; I trust you to hold my words between your palms with care. I will boil the kettle and steep your tea with honey as you thumb through the creases of my ink-blotted thoughts. Do you prefer jasmine or oolong? The blanket is beside you if you need it. I’m sorry for all the cat fur on it, I hope you’re not allergic like me. When you're done, just make sure to blow out the candle and shut the door softly behind you.

Take care,
Blue