You like playing God don't you? You like using your hands to create and destroy things, worlds and the people in them. All of it yours to do as you please, to thrive or fail, both of witch you're able to change and sway in a moment's notice. Because in this, your word is the only law. You enjoy the power you hold over other's lives, able to give and take them all at the stroke of your pen. Watching tragedies and growths like some kind of motion picture in this thing you call a plot. Each character just another entertainment piece made to fit along with the rest in this play of yours. Each place just another pretty setting to display it all in.

You like twisting others to your views, drowning them in your fantasy and making them believe in things imposable. The shadows of your mind, all of you demons, and all of you dreams, displayed so freely to be viewed upon, weather by scrutiny, dismissal, or a joyous acceptance. You like the way your fingers run across the keys or the way the ink stains the page, either way you let your words grow and spread forming your thoughts and ideas. Ideas that create a story, your story.

You like poring your pages full of your emotion and reason, both meshing so easily that one get lost with the other. The tears and frustration you suffer because of it. And so you dance on the border of your two worlds. Finding the prefect balance as you sit, watching trough another's eyes. Not only the eyes of a God, but of souls you've given life to. As they convey emotions you keep locked inside, too afraid to actually say or unable to express, each creation holding a piece of you, given almost unconsciously as a sort of binding tie. And the best part is, no one can tell you you're wrong for here you're God.