If You Do Anything Out

The Pillow Smells Like The Sunlight, A Precious Smell.

Losing You Is Most Difficult For Me, But The Nature Of My Love For You Is What Matters. If It Distorts Into Half-truth, Then Perhaps It Is Better Not To Love You. I Must Keep My Mind But Loose You.

Precipitate As Weather, She Appeared From Somewhere, Then Evaporated, Leaving Only Memory.

There Is Nothing So Cruel In This World As The Desolation Of Having Nothing To Hope For.

But Even So, Every Now And Then I Would Feel A Violent Stab Of Loneliness. The Very Water I Drink, The Very Air I Breathe, Would Feel Like Long, Sharp Needles. The Pages Of A Book In My Hands Would Take On The Threatening Metallic Gleam Of Razor Blades. I Could Hear The Roots Of Loneliness Creeping Through Me When The World Was Hushed At Four O'clock In The Morning.