From the depths of his heart he wrote the things that cut deep. And like the ocean flowed, the words filled the pages, saturated with the blood of his beating heart.
He started from a young age, a page here, an idea there. But there, staring at him, was his imagination… It kept him warm at night and talked to him when no one else would.
Most of what is known about Sam is a mystery. What we do know is that his work speaks for the missing parts that need to be filled in about his past, waiting to be deciphered.