My loneliness tasted like pennies.
like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.