What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking.
Form is never more than an extension of content.
Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.
For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.
Locale is both a geographic term and the inner sense of being.
What a great thing! To be a writer! Words are something you can carry in your head. You can really 'travel light.'