words are an organic form of expression, they create without limiting, they
bond with the imagination of the reader, take new form each time they are read.
i write because it is something i believe i must do. it is not that i have a particular talent for it, but rather it helps me learn what i'm about. the creative writing course i took in highschool taught me to stay up late and pour out thoughts, a set of emaculately scrawled pages which culminated in illusionari. they were not new thoughts, but ones that had floated around for a while and finally got out, along with their bastard siblings that were only me trying hard to be creative. sometimes i look at my own words with disgust at their inaccuracy, but other times i find great solice in their power to record and create emotions and affect even he who created them. i was addicted ever since a day on a train from providence to hartford, when a floodgate opened and many things showed themselves, new to my eyes, old to my vision. it was a short lived moment that i was able to stretch for a while and then left behind while in the wraps of a greater love. in college my mind could not find relief in study, and i was anxious to put some inner turmoil to rest. i talked to a man i had never met, we wrote frequent and long corespondances, and i took him into my confidence with an acceptance odd to me then and now. i told him of my short affair with writing, and he said i should start again, see if it was something important to me. it took a while for me to believe he could be right. they say words come easily to geminis. words yes, but meaning comes a bit harder. i guess this is all part of my quest.
"At various times, I have asked myslef what reasons