L. M. Ross

I love the art of expression.

I hate limitations of any kind.

I fear never having been felt.

I hope there is a Heaven.

I hear music all the time.

I crave human understanding.

I regret ever hurting anyone.

I cry for abused children.

I care too deeply sometimes.

I always breathe.

I feel alone in my solitude but dig it muchly.

I listen closely to the lyrics of jazz.

I hide my deepest pain from others.

I drive some people crazy.

I dance when I walk, yo...

I write because it lets my soul sing.

I act like a gentleman, most times.

I miss the people I’ve lost.

I eat new KNOWLEDGE.

I drink vodka martinis, str8-up w/ a twist.

I learn that life continues presenting new lessons.

I feel I am a work in progress.

I know a Creator exists.

I sleep with dreams as constant companions.

I wonder why I don’t have wings to fly.

I want to heal. I worry about the future.

I have a cosmos in me. I fight my insecurities.

I need to purge sometimes.

I am a human being w/one beak of song.

I think I will sing.

Thus far, I have sang in long form via the four novels I've written... the latest being: "Like Litter in the Wind."