O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick

I’m Lost. And It’s My Own Fault. It’s About Time I Figured Out That I Can’t Ask People To Keep Me Found.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

It Is A Dead Heart. It Is Inside Of Me. It Is A Stranger Yet Once It Was Agreeable, Opening And Closing Like A Clam.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.