I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.
Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.
I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off
Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.