What Began It All Was

I Believe This. When We Meet Those We Fall In Love With, There Is An Aspect Of Our Spirit That Is Historian, A Bit Of A Pedant Who Reminisces Or Remembers A Meeting When The Other Has Passed By Innocently…but All Parts Of The Body Must Be Ready For The Other, All Atoms Must Jump In One Direction For Desire To Occur.

What Began It All Was The Bright Bone Of A Dream I Could Hardly Hold Onto.

All I Desired Was To Walk Upon Such An Earth That Had No Maps.

In Sri Lanka A Well-told Lie Is Worth A Thousand Facts.

I Don't Have A Plan For A Story When I Sit Down To Write. I Would Get Quite Bored Carrying It Out.