Is it sad that I consider the pen my best friend? Or my heart the ink? From a young age both of these have been a staple in my life, mostly as a private haven from the crazy world. Whatever emotion was going through my soul my pen found a way of expressing it in a beautiful fashion, leaving my heart a little lighter. Although my writing has been mainly left on the back burner of my life, my new goal is to set it up front and center.