First Watcher Why Do People

The Supreme Empire Is That Of The Emperor Who Renounces All Normal Life, That Of Other Men, And In Who The Care Of Supremacy Doesn't Weigh Like A Load Of Jewels.

Writing Is Like Paying Myself A Formal Visit.

I Search And Can't Find Myself. I Belong In Chrysanthemum Time, Sharp In Calla Lily Elongations. God Made My Soul Into An Ornamental Thing.

The Human Soul Is An Abyss

I Bear The Wounds Of All The Battles I Avoided.