I Can Write For A Long Time

My Success Is Not Who I Am.

Riding The Train Gives Him Too Much Time To Think, He Has Decided. Too Much Thinking Can Ruin You.

People That Keep Stiff Upper Lips Find That It's Hard To Smile.

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

I Am Also Working On A Couple Of Short Stories For Anthologies. This Is New To Me And Im Enjoying It.