I Love The Process Of Being Alone

Its Not Just A Smile Of Momentary Happiness. When It Disappears From My Face, It Will Stay With Me.

I Will Not Allow People To Impose Rules On Me That Don't Make Sense To Me. And I Live And Work Very Much Outside The Literary World And The Literary System. What They Think And What They Believe And What Their Rules Are Mean Nothing To Me.

I Say To Myself If You Believe Deeply In Your Heart You Must Defy, And If You Are Willing To Pay For Your Defiance, You Must Always Do It, Even Though The Pain May Be Much. Too Many Times In Our Lives We Do Not Do It, And We Pay Even More.

I Turn And I Look Back Across The Lake. The Mist Is Gone And The Ice Diminished, The Drip Of The Icicles Quick And Heavy. The Sun Is Up And The Sky Is Blue Empty Blue Light Blue Clear Blue. I Would Drink The Sky If I Could Drink It, Drink It And Celebrate It And Let It Fill Me And Become Me. I Am Getting Better. Empty And Clear And Light And Blue. I Am Getting Better.

We Live In A World That's Very Fast, Where We Get Bombarded With Huge Amounts Of Information Very Quickly, And I Have Tried To Tailor My Voice To The Times, Which I Think, Writers, Over The Course Of History - Many Have Always Done.