And I Am Aware Of

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.

The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

Although, I Admit, I Desire, Occasionally, Some Backtalk From The Mute Sky, I Can't Honestly Complain: A Certain Minor Light May Still Lean Incandescent Out Of Kitchen Table Or Chair As If A Celestial Burning Took Possession Of The Most Obtuse Objects Now And Then --

The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate All Along, I Simply Hadn't Thought About It.

I Do Not Know Who I Am, Where I Am Going - And I Am The One Who Has To Decide The Answers To These Hideous Questions.