In One Kiss, You'll Know All I

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.

I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.

Give Me Your Hand Out Of The Depths Sown By Your Sorrows.

Who Hasn't Sharpened The Edge Of His Soul? When, Just As Our Eyes Are Opened, We See Hate, And Just After Learning To Walk, We Are Tripped, And Just For Wanting To Love, We Are Hated, And For No More Than Touching, We Are Hurt, Which Of Us Hasn't Started To Arm Himself, To Make Himself Sharp, Somehow, Like A Knife, To Pay Back The Hurt?

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.