It hurts so very much to fit in so very well. -M. Taggart
I can only write what I know. The rest is like music floating away.
I can sit in a chair for hours while thinking about sitting in a chair for hours but when I get up I am old.
Writing is a lot like listening to yourself. But sometimes I write a sentence, remove my mind, and proceed to reconnoiter what it is I’ve just done. I made a tragic mistake of it all. But of course it’s not the mistake that made me. I made the mistake. Fix the mistake.
I sat down to write but watched the rain instead.
Who am I to refuse its beauty.
Like a thought filled with air belief is a window that only you can see through.
Why be everything to everyone when you can be yourself.
He doesn’t yet realize his beauty so he carries his face with guilt.
When confidence isn’t met with execution, or production, depression finds confidence and destroys it to hell. -M. Taggart
I don’t play pretend with my son. There’s enough of that with everyone else he meets. -M. Taggart.