I am a writer... Yes, I read,
but I always hear the voices in me... they cry to be set free... released from
the prison of my mind so others can walk with them... see them among the
living... So many worlds within... so many lands to explore... so many lives in
longing... But one day I will open my soul and they'll come walking out...
they'll finally be free... Sometimes I wonder if I'm mad... these voice grow so
loud... they wake me... distract me... haunt me... but I know the answer... I
am a writer... and for now, I am their only world... xo