But When You Flee Someone, No Matter

It’s Easy To Be Yourself In The Dark.

It Felt As If We'd Been To War Together. Deep In A Jungle, Alone, I Had Relied On Them, These Strangers. They'd Held Me Up In Ways Only People Could. When It Was Over, An Ending Never Felt Like An Ending, Only An Exhausted Draw, We Went Our Separate Ways. Be We Were Bonded Forever By The History Of It, The Simple Fact They'd Seen The Raw Side Of Me And Me Of Them, A Side No One, Not Even Closest Friends Or Family Had Ever Seen Before, Or Probably Ever Would.

But Most Critically, Sweet, Never Try To Change The Narrative Structure Of Someone Else's Story, Though You Will Certainly Be Tempted To, As You Watch Those Poor Souls In School, In Life, Heading Unwittingly Down Dangerous Tangents, Fatal Digressions From Which They Will Unlikely Be Able To Emerge. Resist The Temptation. Spend Your Energies On Your Story. Reworking It. Making It Better.

Man's Wobbly Little Mind Isn't Equipped For Hauling Around The Great Unknowns. Very Few People Realize, There's No Point Chasing After Answers To Life's Important Questions. They All Have Fickle, Highly Whimsical Minds Of Their Own. Nevertheless. If You're Patient, If You Don't Rush Them, When They're Ready, They'll Smash Into You. And Don't Be Surprised If Afterward You're Speechless And There Are Cartoon Tweety Birds Chirping Around Your Head. (gareth Van Meer)

His Characters Are Ravaged, Beaten. They Walk Through Infernos And Emerged Charred Doves.