Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill

My Interest Is In How Meaning Is Communicated Via Language, And I Believe The Shape, Positioning, Even The Color Of The Language Has An Effect On Meaning.

Literature Is Capable Of Being A Subject That People Want To Catch Up On Or Discuss, Whether At A Coffee Shop Or A Watercooler. It Can Become An Intrinsic Part Of Their Dialogue.

You Shall Be My Roots And I Will Be Your Shade, Though The Sun Burns My Leaves. You Shall Quench My Thirst And I Will Feed You Fruit, Though Time Takes My Seed. And When I'm Lost And Can Tell Nothing Of This Earth You Will Give Me Hope. And My Voice You Will Always Hear. And My Hand You Will Always Have. For I Will Shelter You. And I Will Comfort You. And Even When We Are Nothing Left, Not Even In Death, I Will Remember You.

I Must Read. I Must Read. I Must Read.

For Some Reason, You Will No Longer Be The Person You Believed You Once Were. You'll Detect Slow And Subtle Shifts Going On All Around You, More Importantly Shifts In You. Worse, You'll Realize It's Always Been Shifting, Like A Shimmer Of Sorts, A Vast Shimmer, Only Dark Like A Room. But You Won't Understand Why Or How.