The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
Your room is not your prison. You are.
A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.
I feel terribly vulnerable and 'not-myself' when I'm not writing.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.