Like Putting A Name To My Problems

The Light, The Sky, The Water, They Were All Things You Looked *through* During The Day. At Night, They Were Things You Looked *into*. You Looked *into* The Stars, You Looked *into* Dark Rollers And The Surprising Platinum Flash Of Their Caps.

A Good Story Feels Both Surprising And Inevitable, Fresh And Familiar.

The Darkness Inside Your Head Is Something Your Imagination Fills With Stories That Have Nothing To Do With The Real Darkness Around You.

I Am A Champion Standing Over The Shadow Of My Former Self.

But People Do Things To Survive, And Then After They Survive, They Can't Live With What They've Done.