After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
and the stars were icicles of mockery
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.
"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.