Over Many Years So Many

The Beauty Of Darkness Is How It Lets You See.

The Liar Leads An Existence Of Unutterable Loneliness.

I Am A Citizen Of A Country That Has Just Undergone A Thieved Election, A Country Deeply And Dangerously Divided Between Rich And Poor, But Also Between Rich And Middle Class. What I Believe In And What My Government Represents Are Not The Same Thing.

It Is The Thirtieth Of May, The Thirtieth Of November, A Beginning Or An End, We Are Moving Into The Solstice And There Is So Much Here I Still Do Not Understand.

We Move But Our Words Stand Become Responsible For More Than We Intended And This Is Verbal Privilege