I Am What I Feel And Think

The Claw Of The Magnolia, Drunk On Its Own Scents, Asks Nothing Of Life.

I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

It's A Hell Of A Responsibility To Be Yourself. It's Much Easier To Be Somebody Else Or Nobody At All.

The Silence Between Us Was So Profound I Thought Part Of It Must Be My Fault.

All The Heat And Fear Had Purged Itself. I Felt Surprisingly At Peace. The Bell Jar Hung Suspended A Few Feet Above My Head. I Was Open To The Circulating Air.