First Couple Paragraphs of My Autobiographical Free-Write

Life is a delightfully exquisite sunrise...or a sunset if you're not a morning person. If this statement sounds misleading, let me ask you this: What is it that makes the scene so appealing? Does the beauty emanate from the sun or the clouds? In my experience, the most spectacular looking sunrises and sunsets have a whole lot of both. There are streaks of light streaming out from over and under the clouds and the clouds are many different colors: red, orange, pink and sometimes purple. And those colors are constantly changing as the sun rises higher or sets lower. The same goes for life. The colors you get from your bruises, whether to your ego or not, are just as important as the colors you get when blushing with nervous euphoria during a first date with someone you fancy; you can't create a masterpiece without the juxtaposition of light and dark.

My life, has been a wild blend of massive highs and precipitous lows. There have been days of inexplicable wonder and euphoria, and days of oppressively dark depression. Some of it, I can blame on hormonal mood swings. After many years of on-again-off-again therapy, I deduced that I had been going through Pre-Menstrual Dysphoria Disorder or PMDD, meaning that I got down-right depressed, not every month, every three weeks. The other lows stemmed from the knowledge I had gained from my life before my siblings and I were adopted. We had reconnected with our biological mother and after a while, we had her phone number and she had ours. She called from time to time, not too often considering. But one day her stories went from mildly amusing to outright scary. It was after this call that I wrote a poem called Time-Capsule which I had never planned to share with my parents but eventually decided to...at least subconsciously…