Resentment Makes Anything Possible.

Jealously Lives With Insecurity!

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.

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.

We Shed The Skins Of Who We Used To Be!

I'm Just Trying To Write A Good Story, Strictly From Imagination. People Just Think It's Random, They Don't See The Rewriting, Phrasing Of Characters, Choosing The Words, Bringing The World To Light In Which The Characters Live In. That Creates An Illusion That This Is Real.