The Gifts That One Receives For Giving

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

People Often Say 'i Live For My Art.' Bullshit! If You Are Given A Talent It's To Be Used. It's Not In The Private Domain.

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.