There Is More Than One Good Way

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

I Have No Preconceptions. Whatever I See, I Swallow Immediately. Just As It Is, Unmisted By Love Or Dislike. I Am Not Cruel, Only Truthful.

I Have The Choice Of Being Constantly Active And Happy Or Introspectively Passive And Sad. Or I Can Go Mad By Ricocheting In Between.

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

The Claw Of The Magnolia, Drunk On Its Own Scents, Asks Nothing Of Life.