You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A

Convalescence. Such An Utter Weakness That You Lie Like An Animal Hibernating, Playing Possum. You Float. You Are Adrift. Every Current Is Stronger Than You.

Our Life Is Composed Greatly From Dreams, From The Unconscious, And They Must Be Brought Into Connection With Action. They Must Be Woven Together.

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses

You Can Either Give Negativity Power Over Your Life Or You Can Choose Happiness Instead.