I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...
I have been cut in two.
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
Mood can be as important as sense.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.