People used to tell me I had a gift. I don’t see it that way it’s all just words, thoughts and feelings. It’s the way I view life, mine and yours. What I imagine others lives to be. Its stories, the story of my life. Stories that tell of my pain and suffering, of my joy’s and happiness and that of my loved ones. I don’t know if I have a gift. I just know writing calms me. It brings me peace when my life is chaotic, it keeps me sane.