Writing is the key to my soul. When my fingers touch the keys, I find a hidden, secret part of me. All the millions of colliding words in my head, form in proper order and march out onto the screen -one by one – like little soldiers. I feel a rare sensation in my brain – stillness, quiet. All is in order in my world for these few rare moments. The process is like an old friend sitting up with me in the dorm room long after everyone else have turned the lights out. All the fluff is gone and life’s deep questions are being chewed on. Sometimes the words bring laughter and sometimes tears. But it the end, those moments are rare and cherished.