At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.
Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.
I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.
No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.