No One Understands That You Have Given

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

I Am Chained To The Earth To Pay For The Freedom Of My Eyes.

In A Full Heart There Is Room For Everything, And In An Empty Heart There Is Room For Nothing.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.