Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However,

There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

I Want A Character To Wake Up One Day And Feel Like, I Can Face It. That, To Me, Is Happy. I Want The Characters To Rescue Themselves, Though You Use The Relationships You Have, To Make You Strong Enough To Be Able To Do That.

This Story Is About People,secrets And Time.about People Who, Not Unlike Parcels,hide Secrets,who Cover Themselves With Layers Until They Present Themselves To The Right Ones Who Can Unwrap Them And See Inside.

Yes It's Difficult. Yes It's Horrible. Yes It's The Worst Thing That Has Ever Happen In My Whole Life. But I Just Can't Give Up.

I Felt That My Views And Philosophies Had Been Changed Overnight. The Philosophies That I Had Gladly Carved In Stone, Recited And Danced Upon.