I Know Beginnings, I Know

You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me, And Think: She Wanted Storms.

My Shadow Serves As The Friend I Crave

If You Were Music I Would Listen To You Ceaselessly And My Low Spirits Would Brighten Up.

I Am In The Middle Of It: Chaos And Poetry; Poetry And Love And Again, Complete Chaos. Pain, Disorder, Occasional Clarity; And At The Bottom Of It All: Only Love; Poetry. Sheer Enchantment, Fear, Humiliation. It All Comes With Love

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled, Happy In Their Peace.