I have come to realize that the only thing that allows my soul to breathe is the gift of creativity. Men have their shortcomings, and the world it's chaos. Ah but creativity stands flawless, pristine, and bright in a darkened place called "reality". So I write, until the monsters have been conquered and the liars exposed. I write, until the demons have been vanquished and the angels spread their wings in full glory...Yes I write. For when I write, I am free, alive, and most importantly I am Me...a flawed girl, who can so easily write the flaws away.