I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In

As A Poet I Would Say Everything Should Be Able To Come Into A Poem But I Can't Put Toothbrushes In A Poem. I Really Can't.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.

I Do Not Know Who I Am, Where I Am Going - And I Am The One Who Has To Decide The Answers To These Hideous Questions.

Intoxicated With Madness, I'm In Love With My Sadness

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.