And I Want To Be

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is Unrecognizable, Extremely Interior, And There Is No Single Word That Gives It Meaning.

I Want The Following Word: Splendor, Splendor Is Fruit In All Its Succulence, Fruit Without Sadness. I Want Vast Distances. My Savage Intuition Of Myself.

You Don't Understand Music: You Hear It. So Hear Me With Your Whole Body.