Love Was Always The Goal, And My

My Writing Just Kind Of Exists Out There In The Air-it's All Sort Of Intended As Spoken, Or Sung, Word. So, To Commit Them To The Page...that Way Was Kind Of Intimidating To Me, Yet Intriguing, To Try To Reflect The Rhythms And Connotations And Emotions That You Can Deliver, Speaking-wise, On A Page.

Privilege Is A Headache, That You Don't Know That You Don't Have.

There's A Paradox In Every Paradigm.

I Would Rather Have These Things Weigh On My Mind. At The End Of This Tunnel Of Guilt And Shame, There Must Be A Light Of Some Kind.

I Don't Care If They Eat Me Alive, I've Got Better Things To Do Then Survive.