All I Want To Do Is Sit

Clear To Me At Last That The Dark I Have Always Struggled To Keep Under Is In Reality My Most

So All Things Limp Together For The Only Possible.

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.

There's Never An End For The Sea.