In A Sense, As We Are Creative

It Hurts Like Hell When The World Won't Invest In You. But It's Excruciating, Almost More Than You Can Bear, When You Don't Believe And Invest In Yourself.

Walk With Me To The Edge Of The City, / Take Off Your Shoes And Feel The Earth. / Remember Who You Are. You Are A Star. / A Mountain, That Fountain In The Sun. / Your Heart Is The Velvet Cave / Where Birds Sing.

Soul Is Not About Function; It's About Beauty, Form, And Memory.

Sometimes, In Order To Go Forward, You Must First Go Back.

Writing Is Like Listening To A Melody Line In My Head. Note By Note, It Knows Where It Wants To Go. I Follow It And Lay It Down. I Can Pare It, Shape It, And Polish It Later...my Job Is To Take Down The Dribs And Drabs - To Free-associate, If You Will, Knowing That The Associations Have Their Own Plans For Where We're Going With All This.