But We Are What We Are, And

Being An Unpublished Novelist Has About As Much Social Acceptability As Being A Shopping Bag Lady.

You Don't Have To Follow Anybody's Conventions.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.

Its Not Just A Smile Of Momentary Happiness. When It Disappears From My Face, It Will Stay With Me.

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.