I'm Good With Words, But Not The

For It Is Said, You Know, That A Letter Will Always Seek A Reader; That Sooner Or Later, Like It Or Not, Words Have A Way Of Finding The Light, Of Making Their Secrets Known.

Even The Most Pragmatic Person Fell Victim At Times To A Longing For Something Other.

There’s Something About Hospital Walls; Though Only Made Of Bricks And Plaster, When You’re Inside Them The Noise, The Reality Of The Teeming City Beyond, Disappears; It’s Just Outside The Door, But It Might As Well Be A Magical Land Far, Far Away.

Reluctance To Begin Is Quick To Befriend Procrastination. . . .

If You Don't Stop Apologizing, You're Going To Convince Me You've Done Something Wrong.