Life Was Not Longer Something To Endure,

I'm Always Presenting Myself With Problems To Solve As A Writer.

I Don't Know How To Make The Critics Happy!

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

I Do Believe This: That What We Call Love Is Always Available To Us. And Of Course I'm Not Just Talking About Passion. I'm Talking About Love Where You Just Can't Conceive That Your Life Isn't Perfect, That You Can't Conceive Of Wanting Anything.

Sometimes It Seems To Stand Still. Like You’re In A Bag And You Can’t Get Out And Somebody’s Always Telling You That It Will Get Better With Time And Time Just Seems To Stand Still And Laugh At You And Your Pain.