When A Writer Declares That

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.