You Don't Have Anything If You Don't

I Write In Order To Find Out What I Truly Know And How I Really Feel About Certain Things. Writing Requires Me To Go Much Deeper Into My Thoughts And Memories Than Conversation Does. Writing Provides The Solitude Necessary To Reflect On Being In This World.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

Relationships. That's All There Really Is. There's Your Relationship With The Dust That Just Blew In Your Face, Or With The Person Who Just Kicked You End Over End. ... You Have To Come To Terms, To Some Kind Of Equilibrium, With Those People Around You, Those People Who Care For You, Your Environment.

The Ancient People Perceived The World And Themselves Within That World As Part Of An Ancient Continuous Story Composed Of Innumerable Bundles Of Other Stories.

When Someone Dies, You Don't Get Over It By Forgetting; You Get Over It By Remembering, And You Are Aware That No Person Is Ever Truly Lost Or Gone Once They Have Been In Our Life And Loved Us, As We Have Loved Them.