When I write, I call forth the dread of misery, the euphoria of ecstasy and unfurl them into words in which are each a call from my soul. I demand the world to understand the elegant, the poise, and the fluent. I demand the world to understand the expressive. I demand balance, for when expression is the weapon of pride, it inevitably becomes madness. Find enjoyment in that which you love, and absolve from ignorance, as ignorance is that which corrupts the artist in his ability to understand his world.