Burn All The Maps To Your Body.

There Was Something Dead In My Heart. I Tried To Figure Out What It Was By The Strength Of The Smell. I Knew That It Was Not A Lion Or A Sheep Or A Dog. Using Logical Deduction, I Came To The Conclusion That It Was A Mouse. I Had A Dead Mouse In My Heart.

The Smallest Snowstorm On Record Took Place An Hour Ago In My Back Yard. It Was Approximately Two Flakes. I Waited For More To Fall, But That Was It. The Entire Storm Was Two Flakes.

For Fear You Will Be Alone You Do So Many Things That Aren't You At All.

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This

I'll Tell You About It Because I Am Here And You Are Distant.