I have always loved to write. From my early adolescence it was the one way I could communicate in a way the had a physicality to it. When I wrote others could feel what I felt, understand and relate to me in their own time, not held by the constrains of situational conversation. Through my writing I was able to let out the pain and questions I had about life and organize a sense of reason in a time where I was so filled with irresolution. Even to this day, writing allows me a way to reflect and digest the events of my life. I love the ability to come back to a poem or a piece of prose and see who I was and remember how I felt in that moment. Those conversations that I miss having with my grandparents and never had with my mom and dad are replaced with the conversations I can have with paper. Writing gives me peace, joy and resolution while allowing me a mode of communication that is always aware, ready and present and waiting to be rediscovered.