It Is No Madness To Say You

Writing. Love Is Writing.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

I Myself Have Seen The Floating Ships And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same The Shouts, The Harrowing Voices Within The House. I Stand Apart With An Army: My Mind Is Graven With Ships.

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.