I Will Draw You Back To Me.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.

As A Child, My Mother Told Me Lots Of Fairy Stories, Many Her Own Invention. She, Too, Tended To Reverse The Norm.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.

Danger And Anger Are Everywhere. Love Is The Rarity, The Gem Buried In The Core Of The Mine, The Outpost Of God.