I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In

Backward We Traveled To Reclaim The Day Before We Fell, Like Icarus, Undone; All We Find Are Altars In Decay And Profane Words Scrawled Black Across The Sun.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.

I Had Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover.

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.