Wordsworth, Coleridge, Spenser, Virgil, Shakespeare...There was a time when I understood them all. I would be able to sit in my room or in class or even on the train and their words would just flow through me and I felt enlightened. While others complained about how complex and difficult they were, I sat and read them and I didn't have a problem with it.That was not too long ago, but somewhere...

Have you ever written a story and felt that it somehow made you feel better? That whatever stress you were under has been kept at bay for the present? I feel like that all the time and I guess a lot of people have. I know someone who wrote a piece and said she felt better after writing it. It's almost refreshing to vent out onto paper (or onto the computer) and not really care if anyone is...