Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?
I am a poem. There is no way out.
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.
Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.