A Fish Has No Concept Of Water.

You Were My Home, Mother. I Had No Home But You

Loneliness Is The Human Condition. Cultivate It. The Way It Tunnels Into You Allows Your Soul Room To Grow.

It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere, It's That He'd Already Arrived.

Here, Here Is My Dark World. You Carry It For A Change. Im Out

He Reminded Me Of Someone Who Put Your Fingers In The Door And Smiled And Talked To You While He Smashed Them.