It feels so good up to my skin.
One more mile and it is sinking in.
I have tried to make mine a tree.
And not have so much of me.
God has stolen my heart.
So I will write it down.
I consume myself with invisible things.
Escape. congradulations.
This is my escape.
A pen and book and if the world can see what I got
And then lets all have a good look.
A fortunate one.

• Creating Something Out of Nothing, Only to Destroy It
• Face: Face
• Human Face, Divine
• I Used to Hate Cell Phones, but Now I Hate Car Accidents
• It Was as if The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air
• Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste
• Organized Beyond Recognition
• Pretty Soon, I Don't Know What, but Something is Going to Happen
• Shotgun Message
• Sometimes It's Our Mistakes That Make for The Greatest Ideas