my worlds

I feel powerful. I sit here, my heart burning with a sensation to write. My hands are shaking... It's like they have a mind of thier own. It's like when I write, i create worlds, people, love, happiness, sadness, cures, anything and everything. I can sit in a chair and make my own world on paper. I can kill who i want, I can stop what I want. I can love who I want. I can hate who i want. No one tells me I do it wrong. No tells me how to do it. No one tells me because I'm the best at it. ^_^
Writing is so much more than a pencil making words to me. To me it's an escape. It's a spiral only a selected few enter into billions of worlds that you control. Hundreds of thousands of people to use and billions of relationships that swirl around my head. My mind is constantly overflowing with a melting pot of millions of ideas. Him, her, they, that, Xira, Slater, the ocean, thier love...I sit in my room, tears running from my eyes. It overwhelms me. I was meant to find this power. I was meant to discover it's firm grasp. I was meant to master it and become such a skilled, powerful writer. Whenever I hear music, stories unfold in my head with the music. I sit there, unblinking and feel people scream, feel thier pain, happiness, sorrow, and love as if it were my own.
I am quite sure that without my writing, I would have gone insane a long time ago. I was born with a talent, and if i had never picked up that pencil for the first time, I would be tied up now, gagged from screaming. The ideas, the scenarios, the people, the time...I write for hours, letting my fingernails bleed. I cry and laugh with the characters, feeling them inside of me.
I know it sounds odd, and a bit creepy, but writing is my parallel world. And im in charge.