What of our lives that pass so quickly? What stories have we written? What have we learned? What can we pass on to others? I look at life as a collection of stories; those that I have made myself, others that I've been part of, and those I have witnessed or read about. I ask myself, will the stories to come be as bountiful as those already created? Will the stories to come fill me with emotions like these that I relive through my poetry, taking me deeply to the moment they happened and recapturing original thoughts and feelings, whether of joy or some sadness? Stepping from Thoughts...