I find the easiest way to scream out loud is to write it out. My tears stream down to form a poem. My anger cannot be expressed enough in words said but written. My love can best be channeled through old rusted ways of letters. 



I would wither and dry out if I ever bottled up the stories the images that haunt my days and my dreams. 



Those ideas would choke me up and disturb my peace till I had no where else to run to than to my book and pen. Or laptop. Hehe. 



I can't wait to pour out my soul to the world.