Thoughts, memories they have the control not me. They are the ones who's words and phrases fill my night dreams, the times when I am neither asleep nor awake but in a state of restless being. My mind overflows with metaphors and symbolisms, analogies of life times long gone but not yet long past me. I feel this need, this great urge to write this whirlpool, tornado of circling letters which once captured onto paper, speared with a pen, shall be a wonderful presentation of a part of me.