I Write Emotional Algebra.

Life Is A Process Of Becoming, A Combination Of States We Have To Go Through. Where People Fail Is That They Wish To Elect A State And Remain In It. This Is A Kind Of Death.

I Am Lonely, Yet Not Everybody Will Do. I Don't Know Why, Some People Fill The Gaps And Others Emphasize My Loneliness. In Reality Those Who Satisfy Me Are Those Who Simply Allow Me To Live With My ''idea Of Them.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

You Can Either Give Negativity Power Over Your Life Or You Can Choose Happiness Instead.

I Can Elect Something I Love And Absorb Myself In It.