I recently posted this on my Facebook wall: If it's not familiar -- it's from a song, Wake Me Up When September Ends. Click to listen. If you know me, you know that my fondest dream is to be a writer. I always wanted to write fiction, to be able to write something that made a difference to a reader. To tell a story and create a connection. And, to give voice to some of the things I feel inside as a way of creating something lasting and beautiful. Now that I'm older I think I would like to be a song writer instead. The way I dream about moving people is more like the strong reaction you have to a song. A song can make you happy and a song can bring back pain. But most of the time, even when it hurts you, it's cathartic to express that pain for a few minutes to music. At least I think it is. I know that not everyone feels that way about music. Some people only hear the beats and instruments and pay attention to the sound. I've had people ask me why I don'