I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

I Want To Be Silverly Beautiful.

As From A Star I Saw, Coldly And Soberly, The Separateness Of Everything. I Felt The Wall Of My Skin; I Am I. That Stone Is A Stone. My Beautiful Fusion With The Things Of This World Was Over.