I Do Not Know Who I Am

I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack, Fatigue Is Continuous - I Only Go From Less Exhausted To More Exhausted & Back Again.

I Felt The First Man I Slept With Must Be Intelligent, So I Could Respect Him.

The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew Makes A Star.

What I Fear Most, I Think, Is The Death Of The Imagination.

Well, I Know Now. I Know A Little More How Much A Simple Thing Like A Snowfall Can Mean To A Person