No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

I Like Films, Or Some Films, And Would Be Intrigued To See My Work On Screen.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.

I Simply Write What I Want, Wish, Long To Write.... The State Of Human Life And The God Or Demon Within. The Constant Internal War That Being Alive Can Conjure.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.