We Are Homesick Most For The Places

I'm Not Explaining This Right. What Happened Was This. There Were These Beautiful Feelings And Loose Little Pleasures Inside Me. And This Woman Was Something Like An Assembly Line For My Soul. I Run These Little Pieces Of Myself Through Her And I Come Out Complete. Now Do You Follow Me?

I Do Not Have Any Home. So Why Should I Be Homesick?

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

A Writer Soon Discovers He Has No Single Identity But Lives The Lives Of All The People He Creates And His Weathers Are Independent Of The Actual Day Around Him. I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of Any Climbing.