Writing catharsis, panacea, balm of breaks, and battle scars, soother of sorrows. I write to clear my head. Ease my soul, Sing my song, and break a bottle or two. I. love. writing. I like seeing my thoughts manifest in characters. Feeling that emotional bladder release into something that can be put out into the world. Like marking my territory. Pissing all over the place. I struggle sometimes to verbalize the thoughts, but my fingers like to talk. Like to express. Like to be verbose. They dance over the keys in some sort of psychic choreography. Singing all the while.