No Expectations, No Disappointments!

I Want Those Young Whipper-snappers To Know That In Days Past We Actually Used To Kill Trees And Make Those Things Called Books.

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

Its Impossible To Explain Creativity. It's Like Asking A Bird, 'how Do You Fly?' You Just Do.

Loneliness Has Its Own Needs!

Most Women Got This Thing Called Compassion. It Doesn't Make Them Foolish, Just More Forgiving. More Capable Of Trying And Hoping Things Worked Out.