Creative Writing week 3

So many things running in my head no spaces between them all filling up the corners overflowing the walls, words, ideas, needs, wants.  I write to keep them lined up in simple easy to find bins I write to keep them from driving me insane but most of all I write to make sense of it all.    Writing down the pain the joy, my fear, words that share my soul, my beliefs. 

Lining words up in neat little rows, filling them with passion and tears.  Turning thoughts into lists and organizing them to make things simple. 

Does writing them make them real does it free their burden upon my soul, giving them life?  Does writing them give me power? Yes