Writer's Block Is For People Who Have

Summertime, I Think, Is A Collective Unconscious. We All Remember The Notes That Made Up The Song Of The Ice Cream Man; We All Know What It Feels Like To Brand Our Thighs On A Playground Slide That's Heated Up Like A Knife In A Fire; We All Have Lain On Our Backs With Our Eyes Closed And Our Hearts Beating Across The Surface Of Our Lids, Hoping That This Day Will Stretch Just A Little Longer Than The Last One, When In Fact It's All Going In The Other Direction.

It Took Me A Lifetime To Realizethings Don't Get Lost If They Don't Have Value- You Don't Miss What You Don't Care About.

Polar North Can't Get Away From A Magnet; The Magnet Finds It, No Matter What.

When Your Mother Is Made Out Of Your Dreams, Anything Real Is Bound To Disappoint You.

How Could You Go About Choosing Something That Would Hold The Half Of Your Heart You Had To Bury?