Let Me Tell You A Story
CKC

Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you a story of a girl who became so disillusioned by the world she saw around her that she went in search of another. Well, first she went to worlds that other people created and it's true that she fell in love with many men and many women and many countries. She never seemed to stay very long in any of the worlds and even less with the same companions, but she did, on great occasion, revisit certain ones that held a very special place in her heart.

However, quite sadly, the girl had grown most negligent of her own world in which she was supposed to dwell and, with many regrets, she was forced to deal with what she had always perceived as Hell. The bright and colorful memories of the other lands and other people whom she had fallen in love with slowly, but surely, faded. Like shadows, they haunted her heart. She was made to change, to give up her Self. But, as she trudged on, as she closed herself off more and more, those shadows in her heart cast more shadows, and those shadows cast more shadows, and they banded together; they overlapped; they combined to make scenarios of their own; and they took on lives of their own, all under the girl's subtle and subconscious yearning.

Then, when she thought she could take no more, the girl escaped into these worlds and was gladly accepted. She was heralded in some places as a God, a divine creator, though she saw not how this could be. In time, she shared knowledge of these worlds; combined some even with those of others. They were well received and she was pleased - the sun shown brightly on these prosperous worlds. Sometimes, the worlds were too difficult to explain and somehow remained unfinished. The clouds hung heavy and low over these struggling worlds.

The girl returned to the worlds of others and traveled to her own as well. She became herself even more than she had ever dreamed was possible. It was reflected in the world she was originally born into. People began to take notice of her and she was sometimes heralded there, too, as a divine creator. Most importantly, I tell you most importantly, the girl was happy: she smiled and she loved... She was happy.

You ask me why I write? You ask me how and what I write? This is why. This is how and this is what. I write my Self. I write my Life. That is all.