Depression, As Far As I'm Concerned, Is

There Is No Magic Person Out There, No Perfect Human Being Out There Waiting For You.

I've Been In A Serious Conversation With One Of My Children, And A Fan Has Come Up. I've Been In A Public Bathroom And Had The Hand Come Under The Stall With A Paper And Pen. That Sort Of Thing Anybody Can Live Without.

It's So Nice To Be Insane, No One Asks You To Explain.

I'm Still An Embryo With A Long Long Way To Go.

Sometimes It Seems Like You And Me Against The World.