I'm not a writer. If I'm lucky, I can sometimes express my thought through words, because that is the only way that anyone will ever know me. Usually, the thoughts come to fast for me to write them down, though.

When I see a window, or when I'm standing on a balcony I want to jump. Not to fall, but almost to fly. That need, to be away from a building, and away from containment never goes away. Sometimes I can almost see myself walking out. I don't know why.