Dreams Are Essential To Life.

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrinking. I Feel I Am In A Prison. I Feel I Lose My Fire And My Color. It Should Be A Necessity, As The Sea Needs To Heave, And I Call It Breathing.

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.

If You Can't Create, You Destroy.

Your Strength Is Soft, Indirect, Delicate, Tender, Womanly. But It Is Strength Just The Same.

Now That I Am Moving, I Am Afraid. Where Am I Going?