People are, by nature, collectors of things. Coins, cards, figurines, art, music, shoes, prehistoric fecal matter — everything one can imagine is gathered, kept, catalogued, and cherished by someone, or by many.

I, too, am a collector. I gather thoughts, emotions, and mental images. I cherish words that I find beautiful, or striking, both alone and (oh, sweet rapture) in combination. I catalogue heartache and pain; joy and redemption. I capture and keep moments, tucking them safely away between lines of ink, that I might look back on them one day and remember.

I am a collector; and, this, my collection of life….♥