Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

Today life opened inside me like an egg.