This may be the only place where I can be myself--an online forum where my name is not my own, and my words are merely a series of numbers, soon to be lost in cyberspace. This small action of writing-- and all its infinite possibilities-- leads me to the possibility of hope. Writing has allowed me to dream, rage, fight, scream, speak up, quiet down, to show every side of myself. You won't hear all of my words because they're locked in poetry or my mind, waiting to be drawn out by the right person.
Writing has finally helped me understand that I have a story apart from others, and sometimes, people want to hear it.