So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.
Art... reacts to or reflects the culture it springs from.
The words loved me and I loved them in return.
what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream.
I probably have not killed anyone in America because I write, I've maintained good controls over myself by writing.
...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.