I Never Feel So Much Myself As

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

She Stared At Her Reflection In The Glossed Shop Windows As If To Make Sure, Moment By Moment, That She Continued To Exist.

The Woman Is Perfected. Her Dead Body Wears The Smile Of Accomplishment.

Your Room Is Not Your Prison. You Are.

I Wondered Why I Couldn't Go The Whole Way Doing What I Should Any More. This Made Me Sad And Tired. Then I Wondered Why I Couldn't Go The Whole Way Doing What I Shouldn't, The Way Doreen Did, And This Made Me Even Sadder And More Tired.