I Cry A Lot Because I Miss

I Wanted To Be Acknowledged As An Artist, Not Just Some Kiddie-book Artist.

I Believe There Is No Part Of Our Lives, Our Adult As Well As Child Life, When We're Not Fantasizing, But We Prefer To Relegate Fantasy To Children, As Though It Were Some Tomfoolery Only Fit For The Immature Minds Of The Young. Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

Inside All Of Us Is... Hope. Inside All Of Us Is... Fear. Inside All Of Us Is... Adventure. Inside All Of Us Is A Wild Thing.

And [he] Sailed Back Over A Year And In And Out Of Weeks And Through A Day And Into The Night Of His Very Own Room Where He Found His Supper Waiting For Him And It Was Still Hot

Dreams Raise The Emotional Level Of What I'm Doing At The Moment.