Something snapped I'm my head, it's always been there. Stories not my own,   of worlds I'd only dreamt of. It's perplexing, to say the least, I've found myself at the parallel; a crossing into a new part of my life.  I simply want the world my mind seeks, who would have thought; me a writer! I'd never had the passion, the subsequent drive for it. One day a title popped in, just a title. I feel I'm at the cusp of something grand, the next big thing, though so are others. To be discouraged by such talent seems unnecessary, we are the makers of worlds. Breathed into the reality that is this life of unknowns.