A writer doesn't need to read and hear to create the most majestic of stories. He needs to feel and think, alone in the depths of a clearing, where limits do not exist. Somewhere where heart and mind meet and transcend across dimensions. It's a universe of his own, one that will never be taken away from him. It's all in the head, as much as it is in the soul. Welcome to my mind, where my stories collide. The writer recites through words and weeps through the sentences he silently alleges. My only remedy lies between my fingers and through the paper