Fear, He Said, Ran All Of Our

There Is Emotion In The Hug, And There Is Respect And A Form Of Love. Emotion That Comes From Honesty, Respect That Comes From Challenge, And The Form Of Love That Exists Between People Whose Minds Have Touched, Whose Hearts Have Touched, Whose Souls Have Touched. Our Minds Touched. Our Hearts Touched. Our Souls Touched. We Separate.

We Did What Our People Do All The Time, We Told Ourselves Something We Did Was Right And We Found A Way To Justify It, Even Though We Knew It Was Wrong.

I Listen To The Tick Of An Unseen Clock Marking Moments Of Time Long Passed.

I Don't Write With An Outline. I Don't Often Know What I'm Going To Do As I'm Writing. And I Do Everything By Feel And By Instinct.

He Tells Me I Look As If I Could Use A Hugand I Laugh At Him And He Ignores Me And Steps Forward And Puts His Arms Around Me And Hugs Me. I Warm At The Simple Pleasure Of Human Contact And For The First Time In A Long Time I Actually Feel Good." (james Frey, Pg.38)