And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
I donโt care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.
Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.