And it started like this:
I was born wielding a pen and striking words across the page and I realized that sometimes I could touch upon that nerve to drive a person mad or angry or oh so very confused. Words have that affect sometimes.
And it's interesting, how powerful a writer can be. We can define a moment or - even better - create one. We are free to observe and pinpoint the inhumanity of humanity in as raw or as subtle a technique as we choose. Words can take on double meanings; what they stand for today may fade by tomorrow.
And it's the story of my life: that double edge - that treading on glass - that makes me so cool/ugly.