When I write, I find a feeling inside of me. Feels as though, I can breathe. I feel the sense of belonging, and this is where I should be. I feel I’ve found who I am, and who I want to be. For a moment all else slips away. I feel a hunger, I need to feed deep within my soul. It burns with a passion greater than the Sun. This passion only a writer would know. I often ponder many thoughts, and feel many emotions all at once, but when I go to speak, I find no words too say, so I write them instead. The words seem too find their voice through the eyes of others. And they feel what I’ve felt for a moment.
– Jamie Whorton©