I love writing but if only I could speak fluently as I can write then would I be satisfied with myself. My mind is a whole new universe that no one has dared to sneak a peek at.  Complex and filled with questions, my mind makes me who I am. I do ponder a lot and sometimes it's scary because I know I'm thinking about the truth when I shouldn't be. I hope to express my thoughts by pouring all the words into paper. I also hope that I can relate to people in this world and that they enjoy my writing. I want my writing to be some sort of a safe haven where people can go to if their life is constantly being pulled down upon. I want to speak my thoughts out loud and see if anyone will really listen. Not hear, but listen.