...wanting Change Is Step One,

It's Rare That I Read More Than Two Or Three Books By Any One Author, Usually Only One.

I'm Watching Her Talk. Watching Her Jaw Move And Collecting Her Words One By One As They Spill From Her Lips. I Don't Deserve Them. Her Warm Memories. I'd Like To Paint Them Over The Bare Plaster Walls Of My Soul, But Everything I Paint Seems To Peel.

Breathing Is Optional, But I Need Some Air.

I Wish People Were Willing To Dig A Little Deeper Than The Surface Elements Of A Premise Before Tossing One Story In With Another.

We Are Where We Are, However We Got Here. What Matters Is Where We Go Next.