A Journey Once Begun, Has No End

A Journey Once Begun, Has No End

Why Couldn't She Be Part Of That Family? Rent A Room In Someone Else's Life.

Writing, For Me, Means Humility. It’s A Process That Involves Fear And Doubt, Especially If You’re Writing Honestly.

Jemu Watched His Father Disappear. He Didn't Throw The Coconut And He Didn't Cry. Never Again Would He Know Love For Another Human Being That Wasn't Adulterated By Another, Contradictory Emotion.

The Present Changes The Past. Looking Back You Do Not Find What You Left Behind.