Art Consists In Making Others Feel What

And Let Our Despite Go To Those Who Work And Fight And Our Hate To Those Who Hope And Trust.

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

It's Been Months Since I Last Wrote. I've Lived In A State Of Mental Slumber, Leading The Life Of Someone Else. I've Felt, Very Often, A Vicarious Happiness. I Haven't Existed. I've Been Someone Else. I've Lived Without Thinking.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.