The Soul Unto Itself Is An Imperial

This World Is Not Conclusion. A Sequel Stands Beyond- Invisible, As Music- But Positive, As Sound.

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Pain Has An Element Of Blank

To Lose What We Have Never Owned Might Seem An Eccentric Bereavement, But Presumption Has Its Own Affliction As Well As Claim.