I Can't Not Write, If

I Remember How Beautiful It Was To Fall Asleep On Your Couch And Cry In Front Of You For The First Time. You Were The Best Platform From Which To Jump Beyond Myself. What Was Wrong With Me?

The Whole Idea Of Emotions Being Something We Can't Escape As Humans, But That Deep Suffering That Comes From Resisting Them, We Can Move Out Of That Just By Not Resisting Anymore. But It Takes A Really Brave Warrior Soul To Sit There In These Emotions That Admittedly Don't Feel Good In The Body.

I Found That The More Truthful And Vulnerable I Was, The More Empowering It Was For Me.

I Need To Be Performing. I Need To Be Acting. I Need To Be Designing A Condo And Ripping Down Walls And Buying New Plates And Looking At Fashion Magazines. There Always Has To Be Some Movement In The Artistic Department For Me To Not Get Really, Really Low.

It's Exciting For People To Define Who They Are In Relation To What I Write - Whether It Be By Loving Or Hating It.