is like Breathing and the more I express myself the more
I cherish the gift of life. I feel that all which is seen
and unseen differentiates the simple irony of life and
death, good and evil.
Like stars that fall from the heaven, selected are the
few, sought out by a higher power to bring specific knowledge
to you. The selected few are muses, created to interpret
all that is, was, and is to become. It is this gift of knowledge that builds one's character & gives them a sixth sense. This sixth sense
is the voice in our head that guides us from
wrong to right.
Since I was little, I've always wanted to write. My first
poem was written at the age of 8. Then writing consumed me
day and night, soon becoming an abundance of short stories.
I usually wrote of horror, fear, and death. Never really
understanding why I wrote what I did, only that the visions
would come to me in my dreams and the voices were as real
as the light of day.
Throughout elementary school I was told I was an exceptional
writer, talented, and creative. As I became older I was
advised there was no future in writing , so I pursued
a different path and eventually the dreams and voices
in my head began to subside.
Until 5 years ago when the visions became overwhelming
and once again started to consume me day and night. They
would appear to me in dreams or as voices from someone
beside me, telling me what to write and the words would
just flow through my fingers and onto paper. As I'd write
them down and read them, they became more and more clear.