I am just words held in by a body: soft words, harsh words, heartfelt, gut wretching words that can never be seized or silenced.

I want to be a God, I want to create -- that is all that is done when a person writes. Authors are gods of their own worlds. Such beautiful worlds.

I am a plasma membrane, selectively permeable, allowing only water soluble things inside me. Those things are so dear to me, so very vital for my existence.

I want to be beautiful, like sweet sounding words or an orchestrated medley. And wise like an old, timely sage, with wisdom to stop conflict and stop heartache.

I want to be a shroud that covers all that sucks in this world...