I Wept To Think That

I Don't Really Read As Much As I Used To. A Lot Of What I Was Looking For As An Escape I Find In Writing. And The Other Thing Is That I Don't Want To Get Into Someone Else's Language When I'm Working

Sometimes, Running Away Means You're Headed In The Exact Right Direction.

He Wanted Pain, I Saw That In Him, And What A Man Wants He Will Often Manage To Find.

A Boy Who Is Trouble Is Something Entirely Different As A Man.

What Else Is There To Write About Than Love And Loss?