I Used To Pray To Recover You.

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.

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

Yes, There Is Joy, Fulfillment And Companionship But The Loneliness Of The Soul In Its Appalling Self-consciousness Is Horrible And Overpowering.