I Knew The Alphabet. Maybe I Could

I'm Focusing On Writing The Best Story I Can Write. Which Means I'm Doing Everything I Can To Give The Artist Within Me As Much Power As Possible.

He Didnt Know What Was Defeating Him, But He Sensed It Was Something He Could Not Cope With, Something That Was Far Beyond His Power To Control Or Even At This Point In Time Comprehend.

Obviously, I Believe That To Pursue The American Dream Is Not Only Futile But Self-destructive Because Ultimately It Destroys Everything And Everyone Involved With It. By Definition It Must, Because It Nurtures Everything Except Those Things That Are Important: Integrity, Ethics, Truth, Our Very Heart And Soul. Why? The Reason Is Simple: Because Life/life Is Giving, Not Getting.

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

No Matter How Beautiful The Outside May Be, The Inside Still Has Feelings And Needs That Just Words Don't Fulfill.