For The Few Little Successes I May

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

I Lay And Cried, And Began To Feel Again, To Admit I Was Human, Vulnerable, Sensitive. I Began To Remember How It Had Been Before; How There Was That Germ Of Positive Creativeness. Character Is Fate; And Damn, I'd Better Work On My Character. I Had Been Withdrawing Into A Retreat Of Numbness: It Is So Much Safer To Not Feel, Not To Let The World Touch One.

I Want To Become Acutely Aware Of All I've Taken For Granted.

I Want To Live And Feel All The Shades, Tones And Variations Of Mental And Physical Experience Possible In Life.

If They Substituted The Word 'lust' For 'love' In The Popular Songs It Would Come Nearer The Truth.