Makes me feel alive.

When I write. It becomes exposure. Of myself. Another step. Toward nakedness. Maybe that’s why I write. To venture. Into a strange and fascinating world. Of discovery. Saying. Here I am. Please tell me. Who you are.  Maybe that will give me a clue. About the nature of life. Seems that I have an imagination. That allows me to create. Something that gives a sense of reality. Yes, makes me feel alive.  –Jim Broede