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I think maybe as a way to cope with the constant bombarding of feelings, I began to write. So I started to take that energy that forced its way inside me and released it by finding words and writing them down.

They aren’t always my feelings or my stories-they just flip their way around me like little fireflies until I catch them and give them a home. A home in a story or poem. It is the way my mind works. I take things you can’t see and make them real. Give them a purpose or a meaning and hope that some how, all that “stuff” people throw out there finds their way back to them. Like lost souls, and I hope it brings them a little comfort. Maybe not comfort when the story or feeling is sad or frightful, but maybe comfort in the fact tha…

I think maybe as a way to cope with the constant bombarding of feelings, I began to write. So I started to take that energy that forced its way inside me and released it by finding words and writing them down.

They aren’t always my feelings or my stories-they just flip their way around me like little fireflies until I catch them and give them a home. A home in a story or poem. It is the way my mind works. I take things you can’t see and make them real. Give them a purpose or a meaning and hope that some how, all that “stuff” people throw out there finds their way back to them. Like lost souls, and I hope it brings them a little comfort. Maybe not comfort when the story or feeling is sad or frightful, but maybe comfort in the fact that even though they aren’t speaking about these things, I heard them and I understood them.