About Madison
Like the wind
Allow my first statement to be bold because that is much of who I am; this website, if you couldn't tell by the domain name, isn't for you. It is for me. In a world that capitalizes on how much you can gain from another, and in a life where I have spent the majority of my time deconstructing and rebuilding myself depending on the needs of those around me, I have created a space where I get to honor my authenticity heartily. This website has existed before, and when I noticed my writings alter their form from words clawed out raw from my heart to a bouquet arranged with the precision of a surgeon. I destroyed it. Now that the sense of longing to share this side of myself has returned, so has my digital presence.
I recently moved to Australia on a whim, I was called brave for it. Though I believe it leans more on the side of bravado. I am brilliant, witty, and have an ache inside of me to explore the depths of both myself and others. I'm gentle in the sense that I never intend any harm on another and scary in a way where at 8 am over coffee I'm asking those around me what they think happens after we die. I lack a college degree even though I have attended university (on two separate occasions). I spend my days dreaming and my nights writing and overthinking. I have no plan for this life other than to live it. Does that make me irresponsible, maybe? Do I have a good story for my obituary, absolutely. I am unlike anyone you will ever meet and trust me I don't mean this arrogantly. I change my mind like the ocean does its tides and it is both my greatest strength and weakness. I am passionate about places and people and seek out discomfort like society does happiness. I draw inspiration from a branch in the forest dancing on a soft breeze, how beautiful the sunset can be if it is obscured slightly, but largely from the people surrounding me and the words we exchange. My writing is haphazard ranging from poems (if that's what you want to call them) to essays, interviews, and on a bad day sometimes well thought out rants. I shaved my head twice, because I wanted to, and am more likely to walk a path I am told not to. I say yes for the sake of opportunity, but this does not exempt me from regrets. I feel vastly, which turns out to be exhausting. I am an average 24-year-old with too many passions and interests, and enough motivation to chase them all halfway up the hill then lay on my stomach in the sunny grass and wildflowers and roll my way back down.
But aren't we all always just figuring it out?
Take this as you will, my hope is that something inspires you.