Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

And By The Way, Everything In Life Is Writable About If You Have The Outgoing Guts To Do It, And The Imagination To Improvise. The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

Antoine St. Exupery Once Mourned The Loss Of A Man And The Secret Treasures That He Held Inside Him. I Loved Exupery; I Will Read Him Again, And He Will Talk To Me, Not Being Dead, Or Gone. Is That Life After Death — Mind Living On Paper And Flesh Living In Offspring? Maybe. I Do Not Know.

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.