I Listen To The Tick

Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes Hearts Are Vacant. Sometimes Words Don't Work.

I Am Aware That The Battle I Am Fighting Is A Petty One, But I Am Also Aware That In Order To Win That Which Is Great, You Must First Win That Which Is Small.

You Should At All Times Be Showing A Well-motivated Character Overcoming Obstacles In Pursuit Of A Goal.

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

I Try To Make The Voice In My Head Come Out Onto The Page. I Try To Make It Much More Conversational Than Other Writing. I Speak Everything, So If Something Sounds Right I Write It. It's More About Sound And The Rhythm Of Speech Than Written Language.