On paper I can become whoever I want to be: a princess, a rock-star, a Warrior, a leader, or even a villian. I can become a bird and fly weightless through the clouds, or I can become a dragon fighting a nobel knight. I can be brave, courageous, smart, strong, or even invincible.
But that's on a good day. On bad days I can become: a rainstorm, powerful lightning, a raging tornado, or just a gloomy afternoon. I can create characters and make them as sad or as angry as I am. I can make them suffer until I begin to cry for them, because they are me.
Every person, every character I create is part of me, it might not be a major trait but it is there. I know that because when I write what they see, I see it. What they feel, I feel it too. What they smell, what they touch, what they think, what they dream; I experience it right along with them.
But in the real worl, I'm not like that: not too brave, and not living in the lime-light. I'm goofy, and silly, and just a dork. That is me. I love fun! But I can be sad too, and shy. I can be lonely, but no one ever notices. No one sees past my constant smile, and that's fine with me because I smile for a reason. I smile for others. Too see them smile back, to see them happy even when I am not.
I write for myself, that's my time to be free.
I can smile for others, but on paper I am me.
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