And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.
Something that you feel will find its own form.
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
The unspeakable visions of the individual.