I Find The Weight Of Air/almost Too

Forsythia Is Pure Joy. There Is Not An Ounce, Not A Glimmer Of Sadness Or Even Knowledge In Forsythia. Pure, Undiluted, Untouched Joy.

To Be Deeply In Love Is, Of Course, A Great Liberating Force.

For Sleep, One Needs Endless Depths Of Blackness To Sink Into; Daylight Is Too Shallow, It Will Not Cover One.

People Talk About 'sex' As Though It Hopped About By Itself, Like A Frog!

It Is Nice To Think How One Can Be Recklessly Lost In A Daisy!