What You Write Becomes Who You Are…

I Don't Go Looking For Trouble. Trouble Usually Finds Me.

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

He Has Never Wanted To Occupy The Throne Himself; He Prefers The Back Seat - More Room To Spread Out, You See.

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.

And The Idea Of Just Wandering Off To A Cafe With A Notebook And Writing And Seeing Where That Takes Me For Awhile Is Just Bliss.