Why do I write? Why do you live? I write to breathe, to see, to thrive. A scultped word creates a phrase, which is the blood that flows quickly, warmed by the joy of putting pen to paper. I write to show others my world. Let me help you see what I see. I am a warrior fighting for humanty in all forms. Ink smeared on my face like the sacred blood of a bison sacrificed on the prarie. Hunter and prey joining together as one. My pen is my weapon. I fight for truth and emotional freedom. I offer you an escape from the world. Pick up a pen. Join the cause. Inspire me with your words as I have hoped to inspire you.