Only My Books Anoint Me, And A

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.