My Musical Genius Reached Its Apex Thirty

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.

I’m Only Able To Write Poetry, For The Most Part, When I Have A Muse, A Woman Who Focuses The World For Me.

I Am Not A Greedy Person Except About Flowers And Plants, And Then I Become Fanatically Greedy.

We Are Never Done With Thinking About Our Parents, I Suppose, And Come To Know Them Better Long After They Are Dead Than We Ever Did When They Were Alive.

It Is A Waste Of Time To See People Who Have Only A Social Surface To Show. I Will Make Every Effort To Find Out The Real Person, But If I Can't, Then I Am Upset And Cross. Time Wasted Is Poison.