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 .
Finding peace in God's promises.