Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To Think Of

It's A Funny Thing, Character, The Way It Brands People As They Age, Rising From Within To Leave Its Scar.

A Way Of Looking At You That Told You She Was Listening, That She Understood All You Were Saying, And All You Weren't.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.

Happiness In Life Is Not A Given, It Must Be Seized.

In Retrospect, It Seems Like Everything In My Life Led To Me Becoming A Writer. I Just Didn't Realise It At The Time.