I Can Write Absolutely Anywhere. All I

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

Love Not Often, But Forever.

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.

I'm Insatiably Curious.

I Speak As I Must And Cannot Be Silent.