I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing

I Feel Self-repressed Again. The Old Fall Disease. Where Is My Willpower? The Idea Of A Life Gets In The Way Of My Life...i Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Eyes And All Is Born Again.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

It's The Living, The Eating, The Sleeping That Everyone Needs. Ideas Don't Matter So Much After All. My Three Best Friends Are Catholic. I Can't See Their Beliefs, But I Can See The Things They Love To Do On Earth. When You Come Right Down To It, I Do Believe In The Freedom Of The Individual.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.