When I write, it’s like the pen comes alive. It’s like every word just pours out and I don’t even have to think about it. My whole world revolves around this one sentence, this one paragraph. And it has to be written. I can’t stop it. The words are formed with passion and pleas. With emotion and brokenness. And if I didn’t write them, my brain would implode with all the pressure from today’s truth, my truth. Writing is like a breathe of fresh air after a long dive. It’s like opening my eyes after a nights sleep. It’s like tears falling when I hear a beautiful song, or gasping when I look up at the moon and stars. I just do it. And it heals me.