What Did My Arms Do

Life Has Been Some Combination Of Fairy-tale Coincidence And Joie De Vivre And Shocks Of Beauty Together With Some Hurtful Self-questioning.

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.

And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

I Am Afraid. I Am Not Solid, But Hollow. I Feel Behind My Eyes A Numb, Paralyzed Cavern, A Pit Of Hell, A Mimicking Nothingness.