We Are Not Born To Survive. Only

My Words Are The Garment Of What I Shall Never Be Like The Tucked Sleeve Of A One-armed Boy.

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.

I Will Take With Me The Emptiness Of My Hands. What You Do Not Have You Find Everywhere

I Needed My Mistakes In Their Order To Get Me Here

To Succeed [,] Consider What Is As Though It Were Past, Deem Yourself Inevitable And Take Credit For It. If You No Longer Believe, Enlarge The Temple.