If I Rest, If I Think Inward,

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

I Want To Be Silverly Beautiful.

Yes, There Is Joy, Fulfillment And Companionship But The Loneliness Of The Soul In Its Appalling Self-consciousness Is Horrible And Overpowering.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All. I've Got To Go Down Deep, To Fall Into People, To Really Know Them.