I Went To The Guest Room And

I Hated Myself For Going, Why Couldn't I Be The Kind Of Person Who Stays?

I Need An Office, So I Can Have A Place Where I Don't Write.

It Made Me Start To Wonder If There Were Other People So Lonely So Close. I Thought About “eleanor Rigby.” It’s True, Where Do They All Come From? And Where Do They All Belong?

I Took The World Into Me, Rearranged It, And Sent It Back Out As A Question: "do You Like Me?

Only Humans Can Cry Tears.