Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?
I am hunted by humans.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.
There were stars. They burned my eyes.
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.