I Write Every Day And I Just

I'm Writing, I'm Using Language, I'm Using That Language To Tell Stories And Even More So To Get Ideas Across. And I Just Love That, And I've Always Loved That.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

Rest Easy And Go With The Faith You Lived With

I Used To Worry About Money And Career And What Was Going To Happen. How Was I Gonna Succeed Or Fail In The World? And I Thought About It Enough That I'm No Longer Worried About It. I'm Not... I Don't Worry About What's Gonna Happen In My Life. I Don't Worry About Telling Me About Dying, My Own Mortality. That's A Given.

The Life Most Of Us Live Are Lives We Are Forced To Live By Immediate Needs, Influences, And Pressures.