I love stories. I often struggle to process things quickly. It takes time for me to form ideas or opinions. I partially love this. It allows me to have a free flowing mind which can constantly explore and learn, however it makes life feel so – tedious. I am never able to find the words I want to say in a given circumstance, never able to express myself in the perfect way in the moment. This is why I love stories. They allow me to capture the spark of an idea, like a picture taken of a solar eclipse or a song with a perfect chord in it. Through my stories I am able to capture the fragments of my daily life and form them into a beautiful living story. One I can change and adjust until my heart's content. A story, for me, is a spark held in a moment – frozen, – yet everytime you look at it something different catches your eye. A story lives, breathes, and changes as I do and – at my pace.