It's Cold And It's Winter

When I See You, The World Stops. It Stops And All That Exists For Me Is You And My Eyes Staring At You. There's Nothing Else. No Noise, No Other People, No Thoughts Or Worries, No Yesterday, No Tomorrow. The World Just Stops, And It Is A Beautiful Place, And There Is Only You.

I Wanted To Be A Writer That Had An Impact. I Wanted, And Still I Say The Same Thing, I Want To Write Books That Change People's Lives, Change How We Think And Live And Read And Write. I Wanna Write Books That Are Read In 50 Or 100 Years.

I Think As An Artist Or A Writer It's Ok To Want To Control Your Own Work.

Are We Biology Or God Or Something Higher? I Know My Heart Beats And I Listen To It. The Beat Is Biology, But What Is The Song?

Practice Not Wanting, Desiring, Judging, Doing, Fighting, Knowing. Practice Just Being. Everything Will Fall Into Place.