When I write, I lose myself, the world becomes a blur, life around me seizes to exist, my desire to communicate the written word becomes insatiable, I’m somebody else, my mind erupts with ways to reach out, I’m transformed, I’m alive, I’m free, I’m happy, there is no past, there is no future, there’s ecstasy, where’s my ecstasy, I think someone stole my god damn ecstasy.