CONFESSIONS:

I FOUND...Well now on a summer night , in a dusky room, Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light, Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon. In his mother's arms it was all the beauty I could take, Like the missing words to some prayer that I could never make. In a world so hard and dirty, so fouled and confused, Searching for a little bit of God's mercy, I found living proof...

( What every man and artist search every day of his life... To keep away from his own misery and the struggle of understanding his own life..)

Living Proof