I Want To Be Silverly Beautiful.

Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of My Curse.

Even Amidst Fierce Flames The Golden Lotus Can Be Planted.

I Am Afraid. I Am Not Solid, But Hollow. I Feel Behind My Eyes A Numb, Paralyzed Cavern, A Pit Of Hell, A Mimicking Nothingness.

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

The One Thing I Was Good At Was Winning Scholarships And Prizes, And That Era Was Coming To An End.