Sometimes my mind just runs away and leaves me in the dust.  I cannot always put my thoughts on paper.  I have a hard time knowing when to stop, when I do not know I have started.  Music allows me to feel.  Music allows me to speak.  I cannot carry a tune to save my life, but that does not stop me from bellowing out at the top of my lungs when no one is listening.  I daydream more than I live, that is a problem when measuring success.  I love the way music makes me feel.  I have always written as far back as I can remember, but I have never shared what I write. Sometimes I feel like I write just to empty my head of all the thoughts that crowd out one another.  Sometimes I think I write as a form of being heard, although no one ever hears me because I do not like to share what I write.  I guess it is time to change that.