There Is No Salvation For The Soul

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.

Your Happy Songs Bring To Me The Scent Of Heaven. Please Keep Singing!

I Am Not This Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within.

No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing Or Weeping. I Wonder Myself.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.