
I Want to WriteSometimes I think that the mountains surrounding the valley are like a cage, keeping me from the rest of the world, as though this insignificant town has a hold on me. But then sometimes I wonder if maybe those mountains are protecting me from the great big world out there until I'm ready. I think I'm ready. Am I ready? The more I think about it, though this small town life is all I really know, the more I want to go and see it all. I want to go, leave, travel and never stop. It's not like life here is bad, I have many good things here like friends, but I think sometimes it isn't enough for me. Sometimes I think I want to leave, but I know II Want to Write in Short Stories More Like This