I hold in my mind enough words to fill almost five hundred pages. They sigh against the inside of my skull, waiting to make their way free. Thousands of strikes against the keyboard on my laptop will pave the way to their release. It’s a difficult side to share, one that is the most personal out of anything I create. I stand in awe of it, amazed at the pulse that runs through it all on its own, marching forward without me in a determined and resolute way.