Who knows the thoughts we think but us ourselves. Those tormented dreams that haunt us at night may be from bad food or a movie we have seen. How do we understand the human mind in the vastness of its space? No one can truely understand us unless they know us or talk to us. A college conversation or friends words may spark a flame in our minds and open a whole other doorway that previously had been closed. Sometimes good comes out and other times bad can spew forth. Whatever comes from the mix, it is bound to upset someone. That is why they say words cut as knives. If what our words are, holdĀ our thoughts from deep whithin our minds; does that mean we really feel and believe them? Do we write to express our feelings and help to chase the shadows of coldness from our lives? Do we write to feel alive and try to let others understand just a portion of us? Who knows why we write but those that write themselves.