They told me to stop thinking so much and look at me and what I did: I became a poet, a writer. A being that thrives within its thoughts, its imagination- anything that its brain can cook up in the limitless *** that has been given to it. And I ponder: I'm someone who eats other people's words, ingest them in my mind, take a selective few of them to cook a new piece using my own recipe. And like any cook who wants to satisfy one's hunger, I want to fill you up- to the point where you want more of it, even though your head is totally full from my previous serving.