writing

I love to write. Period end of story. Now I am happy. I can end right here, but no, I have not said anything yet. I have not expressed my feeling of the first warm breeze after a cold winter, or the first bite of fresh sushi, when I am hungry or being a part of cheering fans, at a Yankee game. Without words to describe critique or vent, I would have to resort to drawing or fighting. And given my unique artistic ability, I would have to fight, as my art may be interpreted as insulting. Without art, we are not so different from animals. We would be fighting each other without any other outlet to fill our emotions with. And to end with a geeky quote "the pen is mighter than the sword".