Life Is Everything, And You Haven't Lived

Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The Dark.

Journalism Classes Teach Us That One Must Extract Oneself From The Story In Order To Report Without Bias, But Often We Need To Be In The Story In Order To Understand, To Connect, To Help The Audience Identify Or Else It Has No Heart; It Could Be A Robot Telling The Story, For All Anyone Cares.

It's Like My Garden, Love. Everything Grows. Including Love. And With That Growing Everyday How Can You Expect Missing Her To Ever Fade Away? Everything Builds, Including Our Ability To Cope With It. That's How We Keep Going.

What If We Knew What Tomorrow Would Bring? Would We Fix It? Could We?

There's A Fine Line Between Love And Hate.love Frees A Soul And In The Same Breath Can Sometimes Suffocate It.