If I were a written word, what might I be penned down as? Would I be a love poem too sad to read in full. Would I be a poem of inspiration that gives the heart courage, or one of fear and loathing that turns the reader cold and indifferent. If the person that I am could be transitioned into the words on a page, then perhaps I would be a little bit of all of these and a few things more. Though it would be my hope that the better part of my humanity would be penned down with great care though I fear that because I am imperfect, that the negative aspects of my self would still find their way into the work.