I Am Concussed," I Announced, Entirely Sure

When You Leave A Place, It's Best To Leave.

To Be Abandoned Like That! Shut Out When You Most Need To Be Loved.

As Lives Go, I'll Take The Quietly Desperate Over The Radically Bipolar.

Like The Way The Sun Is Right Now, With The Long Shadows, And That Kind Of Bright, Soft Light You Get When The Sun Isn't Quite Setting? That's The Light That Makes Everything Better, Everything Prettier, And Today, Everything Just Seemed To Be In That Light.

Language Buries, But Does Not Resurrect.