May 29, 2000: Honor begins with self respect
I can’t draw a picture with simplicity—to do so, requires another personality. Imagine me, simple and caring…could I be? I can’t take words and lay them out—six inches they must stand away from the papers edge. I don’t listen to birds chirp—I study their pattern in hopes of communicating. I see your lips moving but sometimes what I hear is a waste of my precious time. My inks are of several colors and the clothes I wear almost never match—they think I’m weird…and I’m to prove it.