I like people too much or not at all.

There is no life higher than the grasstops

They would grow old. They would forget me.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.