Eternity Bores Me, I Never Wanted It.

And I Am Aware Of My Heart: It Opens And Closes Its Bowl Of Red Blooms Out Of Sheer Love Of Me.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

I May Never Be Happy, But Tonight I Am Content.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

I Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.