I dream, and so I write!
I believe death and dreams are just another part of life.
Family, dreams, and a narcissistic mother, I refer to her as my brother’s mother,
are stories that need to be told. Am I brave enough to tell them? I don’t know.
The voice that’s in my head is there all the time. I have paper and pen near by.
Sometimes the jibber jabber even rhymes.
…and so I write.