I Had An Epiphany: I Was A

I Cannot Live Or Write Without Music. It Stimulates The Normally Dormant Parts Of My Brain That Come In Handy When Constructing Fiction.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?

I Don't Believe In Inspiration. I Write When I Can't Avoid Writing Anymore.

I Have Two Homes, Like Someone Who Leaves Their Hometown And/or Parents And Then Establishes A Life Elsewhere. They Might Say That They're Going Home When They Return To See Old Friends Or Parents, But Then They Go Home As Well When They Go To Where They Live Now. Sarajevo Is Home, Chicago Is Home.

God Knows Our Despair. God Wants His Chosen People To Live In Peace. God Loves Life, Cares Less About Death. We Need To Live. I Want To Live, I Want My Children To Live. Everyone I Know Wants To Live. You Have To Ask Yourself What Is More Important To You, Life Is Death. What Is This World About - Life Or Death?