Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.
I like people too much or not at all.
I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
Everything in life is writable.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.