I Am Too Impatient To Wait For

Some Subjects Come Up Suddenly In Our Speech And Cannot Be Silenced.

Freedom Is The Moment Between Sleep And Waking Before Selfhood And The World Return.

Fulfillment Is Often More Trouble Than It Is Worth.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.