You Are Free, But You

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me. If It Was Not Me, If I Was Pretending To Be Someone Else, Then This Could Unbalance My World, But I Know Who I Am.

To Enjoy The Rainbow, First Enjoy The Rain.

He Knew One Of The Women Well, And Had Shared His Universe With Her. They Had Seen The Same Mountains, And The Same Trees, Although Each Of Them Had Seem Them Differently. She Knew His Weaknesses, His Moments Of Hatred, Of Despair. Yet She Was There At His Side. They Shared The Same Universe.

Love Is, After All, A Curse Of Suffering.

What Really Matters In A Pencil Is Not Its Wooden Exterior, But The Graphite Inside. So Always Pay Attention To What Is Happening Inside You.