Mike Worgul

There was once this boy...His life was lived in closed captions...His main way of expression was in the action of writing...trying to relay how he feels as much as possible because he felt that emotion was just something that shouldn't be reserved for just himself to feel or for others to feel...its something that we should all share together...He would observe how other people were and talk to them find out something that could spark an interest and then go home and feel those emotions from other people...whether it be him taking their smiles or their pain and turning it into a work of art...You see...he is a firm believer that art itself is a beautiful thing...and...if he could help someone see that yes they might be feeling pain...and he takes that pain and turns into a poem or story he could persuade them to see as he does...that even in the darkest of hours there is still the brightest hope that you can get through it...But by doing this it has handicapped him in a sense...A quarter century young and he sometimes has more wisdom about emotional life and just being than some of the people he knows and even elders that double his age...Sometimes it is hard to understand some of the things he thinks feels or write...but to him it is all right for that...Because he has something inside of him that he needs to get out...In his dreams his heart tells him to follow it into a place that has been forever unseen...He is afraid to go at it alone...So while waiting for moments that turn to hours...then to days weeks and years....He will earn this right from his heart by writing from his heart until the day he finds that one person who will grab his hand and walk with him into the place in his dreams...Where his heart has lead him to...