Prose and poetry define me. It brings out the life in me. There is no other way, but to write it out. My sorrow, my happiness, and my mixed emotions. I live and was meant to die to write. My very existence strives on words, emotion, affection, pain; in other words every aspect of life. Mine is a life spent on the calm atmosphere of pen and paper. None else, but that. I am but an excerpt out of a life totally lived by my host; a host so daring and true. My nature is but a speck on a full blown canvas. I am but a part of a bigger picture. I am me. I am what defines me. I am Cybil.