Its Impossible To Explain Creativity. It's Like

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.

When You Start A New Job Or A Particular Journey, You Really Don't Know What To Expect. I Mean, You Hear About Your Name Being On The Bestsellers List, But It Doesn't Really Mean Anything. Like, Really, What Does That Translate To?

We See What We Want To See. We Idealize Each Other With Our Own Fantasies.

You Want To Put A Band-aid On Something That Needs Stitches.

Desire Is A Beast That Must Be Fed!