And Loss Of Control Is Always The

There's Something, I Think, That Gets Lost When We Write Something - Something Gets Lost In The Translation. So I Speak Everything Out, And It's More Important How It Sounds. And Applying That To More Formal Aspects Of Writing.

The Calm. If There Is God Or Something Higher For Me It Is This. The Calm. If There Is Something That Will Hold Me When I Need To Hold It Is This The Calm. There Is No Anger, No Rage, No Fury. There Is No Want, No Need, No Desire. There Is No Hatred No Shame No Regret. There Is No Grief, No Sadness, No Depression. There Is No Fear. Absolutely No Fear. When One Lives Without Fear, One Cannot Be Broken. When One Lives With Fear One Is Broken Before One Begins To Live.

To Say That You Can't See Echoes Of The Past In What I Do Would Be Absurd. Everything That Has Preceded Me Has Affected Me.

It Started When She Passed Me A Note In English Class. The Note Said You Don't Seem As Awful As I Hear You Are. I Passed One Back That Read: Beware I Am As Awful As People Say And Worse. She Laughed And I Had A Friend. She Didn't Become My Ally And I Didn't Ask Her To Or Want Her To But She Became My Friend And That Was More Than Anyone Else Was Willing To Do.

My Life Has Been Like All The Lives, Long And Hard And Full Of Sadness And Confusion And Horror, A Frightening, Difficult Dream Punctuated By Brief Moments Of Joy. And As Is The Case With All People's Lives, The Moments Of Joy Are Never Often Enough And Never Long Enough.