Writing Poem

Click, click, click Goes the keyboard. Flash, flash, flash Goes the curser. My own world comes alive in my mind. My characters act as I want them to, Think as I want them to, Be as I want them to. Are alive if only in my mind. I feel their every move as if I am moving myself. I pity them when one is hurt, I even feel some of the pain myself. I write my own world alive so others can experience the thrill with me. My own world unravels itself.

Snippet of me

I swim, hate spiders, am a future author, am an artist, and love my family. That was totally random.