don't you just take the past

and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? that's what I do. and then you meet someone special and all you want to do is toss them the key, and say, open up, step inside...

but you can't because it's dark and there are demons. and if anybody saw how ugly it is...

in going where you have to go

and doing what you have to do
and seeing what you have to see
you blunt and dull the instrument you write with.

but I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone and hammer it into shape and put whetstone to it, and know I had something to write about, than have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.

this much I know

when the storm breaks, each man acts in accordance with his own nature. some are dumb with terror. some flee. some hide. and some... spread their wings like eagles and soar in the wind.

look out there

there is a whole world waiting for you. innocence is the most precious thing you possess. lose that and you lose your soul.