Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun
The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.
Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.
I stumble through a carnival of horrors