The Silence Drew Off, Baring

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me That Will Not Be Still

The Day I Went Into Physics Class It Was Death.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.