Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.
Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly.
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
How we need another soul to cling to.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.