Here, Here Is My Dark World. You

Darkness Coiled Between What He Wanted Them To Believe And The Self He Despised. It Only Made Him More Alone. How Could You Save Someone When He Didn't Let You Kno Him? What A Waste. The Beauty He Murdered In This Place. He Could Never See What He Had, Only What He Failed To Achieve.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

Once You Get Below The Floor Of Our Personal Identities, We're All Connected. Perhaps That's Why We Can Move Into Others' Lives.

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

What Is Real Is Always Worth It.