It's nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people, for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue.

Writing is an art - a window into the deep minds of people. It’s mysterious; it’s a secret, but it’s known; and everyone has their own thoughts waiting to be discovered. The pen is not the tool - it is the mind.

Feel the words swimming through your head; feel them tickling your tongue; swirling; waiting to be told. Then grab a pen, and open your mind. Let your mind take you into worlds you knew but couldn’t remember, let you senses guide your hand, your words, each letter. Close your eyes. Think. Write.

Writing is clear and complex, it’s easy and it’s hard, it’s hatred and it’s love. Writing is not an art. Writing is a feeling and a thought and the ability to share.