I write because I must. A force within me drives me to put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard and the like. I didn’t choose to be tormented by thoughts when I am not writing, but I am. When I have allowed time to pass, allowed writers block to possess me and I have preoccupied myself with the rest of life and the world, I have been tormented. I am like a child that has been rescued from the grips of drowning waters, gulping for air again. I can breathe again when words trust my flow and allow me to guide them into a stream of thoughts. I can smile. I can truly say I am living again. It doesn’t matter why or what or when I write, just as long as I do. If you choose to follow my thoughts, thank you. If I occassionally have something to say that will shed some light, then I am truly glad.


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