Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering

Hereafter She Is Only My Sister In Name; Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

It Is Strange People Should Be So Greedy, When They Are Alone In The World.

And, Even Yet, I Dare Not Let It Languish, Dare Not Indulge In Memory's Rapturous Pain; Once Drinking Deep Of That Divinest Anguish, How Could I Seek The Empty World Again?

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep Without Identity.

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!