I Cannot Concentrate All My

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrink. I Lose My Fire, My Color.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

There Are Two Ways To Reach Me: By Way Of Kisses Or By Way Of The Imagination. But There Is A Hierarchy: The Kisses Alone Don't Work.

If A Person Continues To See Giants, It Means He Is Still Looking At The World Through The Eyes Of A Child.

Our Psychological Reality, Which Lies Below The Surface, Frightens Us Because It Endlessly Surprises Us And Drives Us In A Direction Which Society's Rules And Organizations Define As Wrong Or Dangerous.