Don't let the wicked city get you down.
I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still
I woke to the sound of rain.
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.