Writing for me, is like the air I breathe.
It's like printing my heart unto a page.
I never fully understood myself until the day my soul spoke to me on paper.
Poetry, prose, short story, anecdote, it matters not to me.
The words pour forth like a never ending fountain , my pen flies across the page in delight.
Dreams are born, grown, and fly here.
With my pen nothing is impossible, if I choose to I can give all my stories happy endings .
Fly to mars, and back in the blink of an eye, cross an ocean to unite two star crossed lovers.
Win a war and put the world at peace .
Here I stand, here I breathe, here I do what I was created to do- I love...with pen and paper .