In Truth I Was Manufacturing A Brick

It Broke My Heart Into More Pieces Than My Heart Was Made Of, Why Can't People Say What They Mean At The Time?

How Did Her Life Live Itself Without Her.

This Brings Me Back To The Image Of Kafka Standing Before A Fish In The Berlin Aquarium, A Fish On Which His Gaze Fell In A Newly Found Peace After He Decided Not To Eat Animals. Kafka Recognized That Fish As A Member Of His Invisible Family- Not As His Equal, Of Course, But As Another Being That Was His Concern.

The Sky Slowly Pulled Up Its Blue Dress To Reveal Night.

I Hated Myself For Going, Why Couldn't I Be The Kind Of Person Who Stays?