She Saw Through The Shell Of Me

I Hope You Never Think About Anything As Much As I Think About You.

I Woke Up Once In The Middle Of The Night, And Buckminster's Paws Were On My Eyelids. He Must Have Been Feeling My Nightmares.

I Am Not Sad, He Would Repeat To Himself Over And Over, I Am Not Sad. As If He Might One Day Convince Himself. Or Fool Himself. Or Convince Others -- The Only Thing Worse Than Being Sad Is For Others To Know That You Are Sad.

I Looked At Everyone And Wondered Where They Came From, And Who They Missed, And What They Were Sorry For.

Sometimes I Can Feel My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.