Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up

I Knew It Would Be You

It Seemed Better To Delay Thinking.

I Was Drawn To All The Wrong Things: I Liked To Drink, I Was Lazy, I Didn't Have A God, Politics, Ideas, Ideals. I Was Settled Into Nothingness; A Kind Of Non-being, And I Accepted It. I Didn't Make For An Interesting Person. I Didn't Want To Be Interesting, It Was Too Hard. What I Really Wanted Was Only A Soft, Hazy Space To Live In, And To Be Left Alone.

Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death To Take Away.

It Began As A Mistake.