For you, but mostly for me.

When I write, I am here, I am there, I am inside the story, I am inside your head as you read whatever I write, as I speak my words out loud to the room. As I describe being hit by a wave on a shore, my obsession with graveyards, my experiences falling in and out of love, these are all expressions of myself. Yes, they exist, and I may or may not have arranged them in a perfect pattern to make sense to you. I am drawn to writing as soon as i sense it, whether my location may be in any of these places I write about. And when it happens i feel momentarily invigorated, an orgasmic sense of something recognized and understood and captured, a reflection of myself.