Anger... It's A Paralyzing Emotion... You Can't

Birth, Life, And Death― Each Took Place On The Hidden Side Of A Leaf.

I Don't Wait To Be Struck By Lightning And I Don't Need Certain Slants Of Light In Order To Be Able To Write.

Which Was What Love Was: Unmotivated Respect.

As A Writer Reading, I Came To Realize The Obvious: The Subject Of The Dream Is The Dreamer.

Definitions Belong To The Definer, Not The Defined.