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To write is to create life, to create life is to foreshadow death. My name is Thomas Knight. Who I am is far more complex than those twelve letters. I am the words I write and the breath I take. My closest friend is William A. Bell, also a writer. I sincerely hope you like what I have to say.

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

I smoke menthol cigarettes, and drink wine now. Things I always hated, because it reminds me of the taste of your lips. -Thomas Knight

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

She tastes like cigarettes and wine. Her lips were soft. It was such relief, a breath from the bite of whiskey. She reminded me that I am alive, with a burning life in her. -Thomas Knight

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

The simple fact is, I dwell too much, I try too hard. When something is decided, when fate has spoken, I scream back until I'm blue in the face and my throat is raw. And only after I have caught my breath, do I realize, no one was listening, nothing is changed, but I look the part of a fool. And my throat hurts. -Thomas Knight

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

I'm angry without any justification for it. But rage doesn't require justification. Doesn't require reasoning. It is there, it is primal.

[twloha]

Anatol Knotek's piece is a great example of the power of perspective. From one angle the piece is unreadable, confusing; from another, it reads, “wrong”; from a third, “right.”

Stigma is often a problem of perspective. Remember that you may not always have the whole picture or may not be looking at something from the right angle. It is important to be aware of multiple perspectives in order to know what is real and true.

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

You warned me at the start, but I pushed forward. I believe I could be broken no further. But you stole those shattered pieces. As soon as they were yours, you walked away. You made it look easy. Now my burned hands are shaking, missing you.

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

I always preferred the taste of vodka from a bottle, until you seduced me, with the wine on your lips. -Thomas Knight

[writingsofthomasknight-blog]

I would tell you how beautiful you are, if I thought for a moment you would believe me. I would tell you how at night, sitting in your car, I ignore the stars, and memorize instead, the constellations in your eyes. - Thomas Knight