Out Of The Ash I Rise With

I Love The People,' I Said. 'i Have Room In Me For Love, And For Ever So Many Little Lives.

I Want To Become Acutely Aware Of All I've Taken For Granted.

I Have This Demon Who Wants Me To Run Away Screaming If I Am Going To Be Flawed, Fallible. It Wants Me To Think I'm So Good I Must Be Perfect. Or Nothing. I Am, On The Contrary, Something: A Being Who Gets Tired, Has Shyness To Fight, Has More Trouble Than Most Facing People Easily.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

We Stayed At Home To Write, To Consolidate Our Outstretched Selves.