When I Think About It, If I

It Was Like Letting Go And Falling Back Into Water And Seeing Yourself Grinning Up Through The Water, Your Face Like A Mask, And Seeing The Bubbles Coming Up As If You Were Trying To Speak From Under The Water. And How Do You Know What It's Like To Try To Speak From Under Water When You're Drowned?

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.

She Haunted Him, As An Ungenerous Action Haunts One.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.