We're All Wounded In Some

Safety And Love Are Both Illusions!

Wisdom Ain't Seeing What's In Your Face, But Recognizing What's About To Come!

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.

For Some Of Us Love Comes Into The Room, Kicks Her Shoes Off, finds The Most Comfortable Sofa, And Lies Down, Rests, Has No Intention Of Going Anywhere. For Others Love Walks In Smoking A Cigarette, Checking Her Watch Every Two Seconds, Jittery, With One Hand On The Doorknob, Heart Rate Up, Always In Sprinter’s Position, Ready To Run.

For A Lot Of People, Becoming An Author Is A Change In Occupation... They Are Coming From Something That Totally Has Nothing To Do With This. If They Are Expecting To Come Into A Room Full Of People Praising Them, Then They Are In The Wrong Place.