What If What You Know Isn’t What

You Might Not Write Well Every Day, But You Can Always Edit A Bad Page. You Can't Edit A Blank Page.

If There Isn’t A Them, There Can’t Be An Us.

Violence Up Close Has A Smell. Like Copper Blood And Charcoal Burning.

You Don't Love Someone Because They're Perfect, You Love Them In Spite Of The Fact That They're Not.

Wheather It Is Conscious Or Not, You Eventually Make The Decision To Divide Your Life In Half - Before And After - With Loss Being That Tight Bubble In The Middle. You Can Move Around In Spite Of It; You Can Laugh And Smile And Carry On With Your Life, But All It Takes Is One Slow Range Of Motion, A Doubling Over, To Be Fully Aware Of The Empty Space At Your Center.