I want to write of life – of dependent love and dark laughter. I want to carve the pernicious sonnets of my endurance into the hearts of those who seek the authentic and maidenly truth of this world. I wish to donate these seductive reflections and my malevolent words – first purchased by my blood and breathe – for a price of life’s few tender moments where silver linings were born, enslaved, parched, charred and covered – then reborn. I seek the endless shining that dwells in the heart of philosophers and stirs the soul bringing forth a sunrise of blood and lust worn on the faces of the pure, and intellectually sound at ease; but to whom darkness with heaven’s curses and daylight full of stars are no stranger than a mother’s kiss or a final chance to prove the integrity and emotional valor that is held fast even among those that would ravage their everything to vastly break and overcome them. If dreams be your future and images of fantasy and desire your native tongue, if you feel death reaching up for you and taste sweetness in the chase; if your soul is yearning for transformation from reality to real life…If you delight in the shadows and you favor the sweet bitterness of life’s sanguine fluid… It is to you I write!