Roméon
The journal of my becoming— Roméon, Wind & Verse
The name came before the person
Like every cliché, I was afraid of exploring writing. There is so much good work out there, and the whole world going digital can discourage just about anyone. But when you try to go against your natural instinct, you are left with the biggest "what if" of your life. I refused to live in the shadow of a life unlived. The beauty of it is that when I took that first step, every other step seemed to fall in place.
I do want to be a travel journalist someday. But that all started when I got into writing. The ability of words to teleport you to different places — emotionally, physically and mentally — is an ability I would like to know better. I started from a place of fear, always thinking about what people would say. But now I realise I have the power to shape opinions instead. Even if you are afraid of everything else, don't be afraid to dream.
I don't remember starting, but I can't imagine stopping.
I do not remember how I started writing. That's the honest truth. One day the ideas weren't anywhere, and then suddenly they were everywhere. Too many to hold, too alive to ignore. The problem with being overly imaginative is that reality never quite keeps up. So I write to stay out of my mind (you know what I mean).
In writing I can do anything. A story can hold what a life cannot: every possibility, every version of a moment, every feeling that doesn't have a name yet. Wind & Verse started because I needed somewhere to put all of it. It became something else entirely: a record. Proof that I was here, and that I was paying attention.
Living is mortal, but life is not.
Wind and verse are metaphors about life. The wind is always moving, owning nothing. Verse, however, is immortalized in scripts that tell tales living longer. Together, wind and verse become a symbol: that living is mortal, but life is immortal — and forever should be.
The inner child doesn't have to die
My entire life I have felt like a reject, and for the longest time I mistook that for being average. But I think I was actually uncontained. I get distracted easily. I lose track of time reading things that don't matter and thinking about things that do. I imagine more than I execute, and then I execute things no one asked for.
I believe in the philosophy of the inner child. Not as a therapy buzzword, but as a daily practice — the refusal to let wonder become embarrassing. The refusal to stop asking, "What if?" I will not let mine die. Wind and Verse is, in a way, the most alive my inner child has ever been.
I don't know what Wind & Verse is completely, but that's the point
If you came here expecting a neat description of what this site is about, I am sorry to disappoint. I refuse to be limited by a genre or a format. Some days it's poetry. Some days it's a story that's half-real and half-imagined. Some days it's a blog post trying to make sense of something that happened on a Tuesday.
What I can tell you is this: Wind and Verse is a harmony of mobility and immobility. Not everything needs to change. Not everything needs to stay. The page holds what the wind cannot, and the wind keeps moving anyway. So I have the verse; be my wind. Tell a friend about this.
If you don't know where to start, start where it hurts.
Or start where it's beautiful. Either works here.