"No expectations, no limitations! With Annie gone, whose eyes should I compare to the sun? Not that I did compare, but I do now that she is gone.... Be the change you want to see in the world" My throat dries up, sounds raspy and quiets when I try to speak... I find my voice, and speak my truth in words.. On paper/ mixed media etc. I scream my stories, thoughts, emotions, and questions. It is there I find flow and a continuom of my mind, that I just cannot express through speaking.