I'm The Kind Of Person Who Has

As If To Build A Fence Around The Fatal Emptiness Inside Her, She Had To Create A Sunny Person That She Became. But If You Peeled Away The Ornamental Egos That She Had Built, There Was Only An Abbys Of Nothingness And The Intense Thirst That Came With It. Though She Tried To Forget It, The Nothingness Would Visit Her Periodically - On A Lonely Rainy Afternoon, Or At Dawn When She Woke Up From A Nightmare. What She Needed At Such Times Was To Be Held By Someone, Anyone.

Sometimes When I Think Of Life, I Feel Like A Piece Of Driftwood Washed Up On Shore.

And Her Sleep Was Too Long And Deep For That:so Deep That She Left Her Normal Reality Behind.

Artists Are Those Who Can Evade The Verbose.

Maybe Working On The Little Things As Dutifully And Honestly As We Can Is How We Stay Sane When The World Is Falling Apart.