One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.

It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere, It's That He'd Already Arrived.

She Was Starting To Think There Might Be Such A Thing As Karma - That Repetition - Maybe You Lived Through The Same Thing Over And Over Until You Stopped Caring. Maybe Eventually It Got Less Intense, Until It Was Just Nothing.

What Can I Say About Life? Do I Praise It For Letting You Live, Or Damn It For Allowing The Rest?

I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist Unless They Have To.