How Many Different Deaths I Can Die?

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

I’ll Never Speak To God Again.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.

The Hardest Thing, I Think, Is To Live Richly In The Present, Without Letting It Be Tainted & Spoiled Out Of Fear For The Future Or Regret For A Badly-managed Past.