What blooms from beautiful seeds of thought becomes a symphony of colorful abundance.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

Change is inevitable. You can accept the incremental steps to change or resist and get a manure load dumped on you.

My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.

I'm the seeker through the darkness of time and space seeking the light of the universe.

I've loved dogs so fondly, to be fearful of slobbering tongues

The sand boiled the moment the sun burned over the horizon.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

Into the ash I dripped my pen and came out with fire.