People get inspired to write, paint, draw, sing, sculpt, dance in many different ways. And there are many types of art. But the one thing that they all have in common is that they are all a sort of magic. Sometimes the magic flows from one’s fingers, other times it is transferred to the person who experiences the result. Magic has always worked in mysterious ways.

Funny how all things people don’t understand seem to be ‘cursed’.

Silence is the best answer to a fool.

I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.

Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!