Two years ago, something snapped inside me. All my life prior, I had seen myself as a hardcore left-brainer (all logic). But that changed in March of 2014: I kept going into the office, but instead of working, all I could do was scribble out poems as they were coming to me. Before one ended, the other had already begun. It was this orgasmic explosion that, in retrospect, had been building up under suppression. Some of the suppression came from being bullied in the past, and some came from closed-minded religion. But on that day in March, a part of me died, and another part was born.