I've Been Alone My Whole Life, I

I Will Not Allow People To Impose Rules On Me That Don't Make Sense To Me. And I Live And Work Very Much Outside The Literary World And The Literary System. What They Think And What They Believe And What Their Rules Are Mean Nothing To Me.

I Don't Want To Walk In The Middle. I Want People To Read What I Write And Feel Strongly About It. If, At Some Point, Whatever I Am Doing Is Failing To Elicit A Response, Whether It's Very Positive Or Very Negative, Then I Am Going To Stop Doing It.

I Feel Strong. Not Strong Enough To Face Myself, But Strong Enough To Keep Going.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

Fear, He Said, Ran All Of Our Lives. Fear, He Said, After Religion, Was The Most Destructive Force In The World.