To Be Of Mixed Blood Is A

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

Freedom, I Found Is Not Only In The Running But In The Heart, The Mind, The Hands.

When Every Inch Of The World Is Known, Sleep May Be The Only Wilderness That We Have Left.

Cold Sinks In, There To Stay. And People, They'll Leave You, Sure. There's No Return To What Was And No Way Back. There's Just Emptiness All Around, And You In It, Like Singing Up From The Bottom Of A Well, Like Nothing Else, Until You Harm Yourself, Until You Are A Mad Dog Biting Yourself For Sympathy. Because There Is No Relenting.

I Spend Most Of My Time Writing.