I have often experienced times of depression throughout my life.  There have been times when I would find myself in moments staring off into space my mind either lost in sorrow or caught up in a problem I couldn’t solve having to deal with talking family or a person. Some times I would be frozen for a few minutes in the internal world of my mind.

Life can be hard to deal with taking on the problems of being human and facing deaths of love ones have been a normal for me sense I was eleven when my father died. Though, my case is manageable compared to others that can’t escape from their minds with out professional help I grew up poor so I had to find other means of channeling myself out of my mind. Writing became my friend to help encourage me in times of storms both in my life and my thoughts and the means of confessing my deepest fears and means of seeing into the mirror world of my own mind and how it works.

Writing is a strange bit of magic.

One part: communication of thoughts and meaning.

Second part: tool for creating your own poetic worlds of fantasy and escape.

I love writing for simple fact that with a few words I can be just as encouraging to my fellow human beings as I can encourage myself when no one else will.

L. M. Parker