I Am What Would Be Called A

Sometimes I Stumble Upon A Wonderfully Irresistible To Me Voice, Unexpectedly.

Strange: How When A Light Is Extinguished, It's Immediately As If It Has Never Been. Darkness Fills In Again, Complete.

Not What The Mind Sees, But What The Mind Imagines The Eye Must See.

My Self Is All To Me. I Don't Have Any Need Of You.

Art Is The Highest Expression Of The Human Spirit.