I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.
Sylvia PlathThere ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.
Sylvia PlathAt twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
Sylvia Plath