All pure talent has faulted living

Writers.

To have real writing ability, you either have to have some good empathy, or lived through something terrible. Put words into tears.

That kind of writing, being the sorrow filled horrid kind. All of it is so wonderful, because you feel this persons pain, and learn how it is that others think. It's like being completely incomplete. It's so fulfilling to understand someone else, through song, makes it better.

Dave Faber, once said that all of his songs have purpose, reasoning, they mean a lot to him. I believe him. He once trashed a song from their record, because he felt it didn't have a strong enough meaning. I love and respect him so much for that. It takes so much of a person to say they want to stay true to themselves, and their roots, and then go and complete what they have said.

Anna Nalick, a one hit wonder to me it seems. But that one hit, speaks of everything she has had to deal with in her young life. To spill ones heart all over a page is something special. Her words are true and pure, they must mean the world to her. I can never understand how she has really felt, but everytime I cry, because they meaning is there, and I understand internally, but it's all tears to me.

But my God it's so beautiful.

My two most influential writing purposes. Everyone needs a hero or heroine. A drug. Without the E.

One day, when I look back on my life, it won't seem so bad. My Dad did not die before I got to know him, but maybe that would have been better. I don't hear morbid stories of the ones I thought I loved all day. I don't have to deal with hatred. But maybe I do.

With great talent comes great loss.