I was given a gift, but sometimes to me it has been far from that. I was blessed with a ability to put pen to paper an allow my mind to flow into words that can fill a page. I say, at times, that it hasn't been a gift. Because my mind runs at a thousand words a second an if I can't write it down as it comes I feel certain madness coming upon me. I know I'm random at times and my posts can be out there. That's the nature of the beast I call my thoughts. Yes sometimes my post are from events in my life. Things that have happened to me and need releasing. To me my memories are like leafs that have fallen from my tree of life only to be broken down absorbed back into my system to aid in my farther growth.