I Feel The Need To Reaffirm All

What And How Much Had I Lost By Trying To Do Only What Was Expected Of Me Instead Of What I Myself Had Wished To Do?

If Only All The Contradictory Voices Shouting In My Head Would Calm Down And Sing A Song In Unison, Whatever It Was I Wouldn't Care As Long As They Sang Without Dissonance.

I Blundered Into Writing.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

Good Fiction Is Made Of That Which Is Real, And Reality Is Difficult To Come By.