A Star Dies In Heaven Every Time

It's As If I've Arrived In A Place Where It's All Spirit And No Body -- An Overwhelming Sense Of Calm . . . I Actually Began To Feel Blessed.

Home. It's Being New And Old All Rolled Into One. Measuring Your New Against Old Friends, Old Ways, Old Places, Knowing That As Long As The Old Survives, You Can Keep Changing As Much As You Want Without The Nightmare Of Waking Up To A Total Stranger.

Spoiled. That's All It's About - Can't Live Without This, Can't Live Without That. You Can Live Without Anything You Weren't Born With, And You Can Make It Through On Even Half Of That.

I Don't Want To Write Without A Sense Of Drama, Without Passion, Or Without Both Eyes Open To The World Around Me.

Once I Unlocked The Mystery Of The Alphabet That Led To Words, A Multitude Of Words Connecting Me To The World, There Was No Stopping Me.