Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.
The only compensation for the artist is the chance to feed hungry hearts.
The real thing creates its own poetry.
Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted.
Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.
I'm one of the millions of immigrant children, children of loneliness, wandering between worlds that are at once too old and too new to live in.