I Knew Every Raindrop By

What Could Be Lonelier Than Trying To Communicate?

English Words Are Like Prisms. Empty, Nothing Inside, And Still They Make Rainbows.

With Each Step My Heart Broke For The Person I Would Never Find, The Person Who'd Love Me.

Through This Feeling Of Helplessness Suddenly Burst A Piercing Nostalgia For The Lost World Of Childhood. The Way It Came Right Up Against The Heart, That World, And Against The Face. No Indoors Or Outdoors, Only Everything Touching Us, And The Grown-ups Lumbering Past Overhead Like Constellations.

We Can’t Always Tell The Whole Story About Ourselves.