Enigma is a crazy bookworm who is mostly found drunk on mad-hatter imaginations, weaving stories and scribbling poetry.
She is an impulsive poet, certified procrastinator, intersectional feminist and an addictive book sniffer. Strictly in that order.
You’ll often find her under the covers with books. She has built a home in stories that she has read and lived. She’s a selenophile, madly and unreasonably in love with the moon. She believes that words are the most inexhaustible form of magic. She’s trying to be a story and storyteller at the same time, literally and metaphorically.
She is in love with the cosmos, Greek mythology, beaches, mountains, city-lights, vintage coffee houses and all the things that have a soul. She strongly believes in periods, in capitals and in the occasional comma.
She is a surrealist, spilling ink and between enigmas and epiphanies.
Currently, she is hating, loathing, detesting and despising writing in the third person, even though the first person and the second person are sneering at her. However, in her defense, she is known for making absurd choices.