Writing is neither my passion nor my hobby, it’s a way of life. Through writing I can express myself, explore the world I live in, marvel at the deeper currents that flow beneath our daily routines, and live life. Writing helps me accept my imperfections and refine my character and inner self. It is an image of the devil and the angel in me, a thin sheet of glass that exposes all the possible human observations I can make and a picture of what only my subconsciousness can convey. I never write to order- even though they be orders from myself- because one simply cannot command one’s soul to be eloquent on demand. I do not write; words write me.