I Used To Pray To Recover You.

I Can't Think Logically About Who I Am Or Where I Am Going. I Have Been Very Ecstatic, Horribly Depressed, Shocked, Elated, Enlightened, And Enervated.

If I Rest, If I Think Inward, I Go Mad.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Eyes And All Is Born Again.

It Is Awful To Want To Go Away And To Want To Go Nowhere.

I Have Been Holding A Dialogue With Myself And Girding Myself To Stand Fast Without Running.