I know I can't stay here forever

Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.

Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Only by confronting your demons can you ever hope to conquer them.

Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.