Awareness Is The Enemy Of Sanity, For

I Love To Write And To Get To Know The People Who Are Listening.

Oh, And I Certainly Don't Suffer From Schizophrenia. I Quite Enjoy It. And So Do I.

What If I'm An Angel Without Wings To Take Me Home?

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.

You're So Easy To Read But The Book Is Boring Me.