give both life and death

i have now discovered why i have such a love affair with words. the beauty of transcibing thoughts on a page, and letting others marvel at them, no, this is not why i write. i write for the sheer thrill, the omnipotent feeling that is granted to the possessor of this ability. for in my writing i can give both life and death. in the premise of one sentence, i can kill multiple beings, and then in the next stanza bring them back to life. it is the feeling of control, and although the wind outside may bite and turn, they will never be able to effect the page, the pan, and the protagonist. here i am safe, free to expose who i dream to become, forgetting the moments for which i have lacked courage or judgement, because here, they have no bearing unless i expose them, and that will only occur with careful internal deliberation. i am free.