Words don't come easily, like forgive me.

I found myself in the middle of a race riot when I was about 14 years old, and I found someone pointing a gun at me and telling me to run or they'd shoot me.

Who took away the part so essential to the whole Left you a hollow body Skin and bone.

I love living in California and being able to go to the beach or go to the woods.

Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o'things

I meet people in my daily life, people who seem to experience some change and some growth on a personal level, and that gives me hope.

I end up writing about all kinds of things. I never make an attempt to write about anything in particular. I don't have a little list of topics to write about.