Finally, if only.

**Rosethorn** · July 26th, 2009

How to begin it? How to end it?
How to hope that maybe, possibly, it never ends?

When I was growing up, there was a canal behind my house that if followed, would lead you down a path through a wood and eventually to the river.
My mother never had to worry that I would get too near the water's edge and be sucked under because I had my own worry to keep me safe.

The yucky hand. (haha)

a concocted monster of my childhood nightmares that not even I knew the origins of... I had a nightmare about the Kroger cooking glove guy grabbing my ankles as I walked along the banks of the canal and pulling me under to be cooked in a pot by Captain Hook and Shmee.

I knew of Pennywise before I knew how to read.

I watched a movie when I was 7... You may have heard of this one:
The Shawshank Redemption.
I was shaken from my child's way of thinking when it all became clear that our lives are woven and spun so intricately and yet so delicately.
Dreamcatchers with beating hearts.

I had my first revelation in my fathers recliner, eating ice cream and listening to Morgan Freeman's monotone ramblings.

I knew of a masterpiece before I was old enough to ride a bike without trainers.

And yet, I never actually picked up a King book and read it until I was 18 and was deep in postpartum depression, desperately reaching out for someone to guide me and take me from the broken body and mind of a girl who feels as if their life is over.

To read him is to know him.
To know him is to love him.
To be awed by him is an ecstasy with a never-ending climax every time I turn the page.
To understand his brilliance has brightened my own path in Life.

His characters are my friends.
I believe in what they have to say.
Whenever I face a problem, I ask myself:
W.W.R.D?
What would Roland do?

To articulate what Stephen King means to me is something I can never achieve, and I think the only one who could ever come close to tracing them like stars would be him.

King, love you and you and you.

You write the Truth, or as close to as it can get.
Through the blood and gore and close-call climaxes,
I will always be there to react and adore.

I am your biggest fan.

Finally...
if only I could meet you someday just to tell you that,
though i'm sure you've heard it so much that your ears are still ringing.

Rai

**aptpupil** · July 27th, 2009

Rai

I'm guessing that you'll be an asset to the SKMB.

Probably the most interesting (and, in a nice way, OTT) introductory post that I've read on here.

Welcome.

**Rosethorn** · July 27th, 2009

You know, I could've gone on for longer and even perhaps written a few chapters regarding my deep respect and admiration for King.

Nice to meet you and thanks for the welcome