Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You

When I Fell Out Of The Light, I Entered The Stomach Of Indifference, The Wordless Cupboard.

…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.

And The Danger Is That In This Move Toward New Horizons And Far Directions, That I May Lose What I Have Now, And Not Find Anything Except Loneliness

I Want So Obviously, So Desperately To Be Loved, And To Be Capable Of Love.

I Saw The Days Of The Year Stretching Ahead Like A Series Of Bright, White Boxes, And Separating One Box From Another Was Sleep, Like A Black Shade. Only For Me, The Long Perspective Of Shades That Set Off One Box From The Next Day Had Suddenly Snapped Up, And I Could See Day After Day After Day Glaring Ahead Of Me Like A White, Broad, Infinitely Desolate Avenue.