It's easier to write when I know where to start. But usually the goal's an
ending: something pretty with a bow. And there's the rub. I have to find a way
to spend my limited amount of lines connecting where I'm coming from to some
elusive truth. And if I'm good, the words reflect my meaning well and resonate
with you. But even then, one text, one poem, one essay's not enough to totally
convey the feelings that I wanted to express within. And so I take a lifetime,
staying quiet, putting pieces on the shelf. The author dies still talking to
themself.