I Write

​I write to feel magic.  To be in touch with that inner divinity that I know lies within.  To get mad at the Universe.  To scold humans for being selfish and short-sighted, to yearn for fantasy and live within it, to weep internally, to release my rage, to let go of my past and armor my future, to create excellence and adventure, to find a friend, to sharpen my voice as I sharpen my saw, to harmonize with the world and create beauty, to give people hope while reminding them that we must never forget, to speak in many languages, to inspire, to take a freaking chill pill, to create art: visual, intellectual, and sonic, to transport myself abroad over and over, to reminisce, and to fall in love.