Being Good Felt Like A Heavy Coat,

You Will Never Catch Up. Walk Around Feeling Like A Leaf Know You Could Tumble At Any Second. Then Decide What To Do With Your Time. --the Art Of Disappearing

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with My Coming.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.

Poetry [is] More Necessary Than Ever As A Fire To Light Our Tongues.