I've been thinking, I have a chance to emerge from a world of hate.
Emerge
Mortal Illusion
This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.
Write The Truth
Try to write the truth about life.
Life Is Electricity
Who knows anything about life? The human body is merely a mechanism. Life is electricity, running vital substance in these bodies.
Good Enough
Maybe I am not good enough, that's the thought that haunts.
Intensity
The intensity of poetry it would have broke my heart.
Emotions
The way he was looking at her, my God, she was overwhelmed with all these emotions.
Bed Of Freedom
It was the first decision she had made to determine the course of her life. Here and now, on a quiet bed of freedom she felt so free, so happy. This is up to me.
Blind
Some were magically attracted to men selfish and blind to how love truly felt.
Typewriter
All that trial and work is a religious act, money isn't why you sit at the typewriter.
