Why I write.

I find it humorous for me to say they want to be a writer, considering how much I labored in English and literature throughout my educational years; it is peculiar for me to want to be a writer.     School to me implied Math, Science, History; and my dreaded English classes were a reminder…

the dreams I never know.

I have this weird thing, I never can recall my dreams. I know I dream, everyone does, but since I was a child I’ve never been able to recall most of them. The ones I do, tend to be nightmares. Not sure what that says about me, but it does paint a very unhappy picture…