I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

I Don't Speak With Proper Grammar. I Don't Speak With Dialogue Attribution. I Don't Speak With Quotation. I Don't Care About Any Of That Stuff. It's About Rhythm, And It's About What's In Their [the Character's] Head, And What Feels More Natural. And It's About Speed. I Want Things To Move.

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.

I Think God Is Something That People Use To Avoid Reality. I Think Faith Allows People To Reject What Is Right In Front Of Our Eyes, Which Is That Thing, This Life, This Existence, This Consciousness, Or Whatever Word You Want To Use For It, Is All We Have, And All We'll Ever Have. I Think People Have Faith Because They Want And Need To Believe In Something, Whatever That Something Is, Because Life Can Be Hard And Depressing And Brutal If You Don't.

In Life We Often Look To Others For Simple, But Difficult Answers, Despite The Fact That We Have Those Answers Ourselves.