I Believe So Deeply In

How Am I Supposed To Let You Go, That's All I'm Asking. I Want To Hold You Again, Smell You, And, Yes Too, I Just Want You To Fade. To Please, Please Fade.

L.a. Burns, And So Many Other Cities Smolder, Waiting For The Hose That Will Flood Gasoline Over The Coals, And We Listen To Politicians Who Fuel Our Hate And Our Narrow Views And Tell Us It's Simply A Matter Of Getting Back To Basics While They Sit In Their Beachfront Properties And Listen To The Surf So They Won't Have To Hear The Screams Of The Drowning.

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

Narrative Becomes The Way You Make Sense Of Chaos. That's How You Focus The World. It's The Only Reason You Should Ever Try This Writing Job.

The World Does Not Have Tidy Endings. The World Does Not Have Neat Connections. It Is Not Filled With Epiphanies That Work Perfectly At The Moment That You Need Them.