Reflections

I am not a writer, and yet I'm compelled to write and have been for the past 8 years. I don't write with puropose. The words come through me and apear on the page, sometimes so much so, that I cannot consider the words my own. This is my first time sharing anything I've written with the world. I am not necessarily looking for advice or critiques, but I am open to other's remarks and want to hear what people think. Often my thoughts and words are interpreted as outlandish and other worldly. I have few people in my life whom I feel truly understand me, but I have them- this is all I need. (Thank you for taking the time to read and digest my creation).