After All, We Are Nothing More Or

The Moon, Also, Is Merciless: She Would Drag Me Cruelly, Being Barren. Her Radiance Scathes Me. Or Perhaps I Have Caught Her.

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

I Love Life. But It Is Hard And I Have So Much, So Very Much To Learn.

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.