June 10, 2007
An ache accompanied the release of my children into the world. Itís me against them. Itís my words against theirs and theirs. My breath stains the page. Letters are just another example of all that I have lost. One day entitlement may be mine. It could be me someday. Infamy isnít what I seek. I only want to be myself trying to make it in the best way possible. Each sentence is my soul spread for all to scrutinize. It doesnít get realer than what I put forth. And if I regained the expertise lost then I could breathe again.