I Am Willing To Be Annoying If

It Was Getting Hard To Keep All The Things I Didn't Know Inside Me.

I Was More Alone Than If I Had Been Alone.

I Always Write Out Of A Need To Read Something, Rather Than A Need To Write Something.

...the Meaning Of My Thoughts Started To Float Away From Me, Like Leaves That Fall From A Tree Into A River, I Was The Tree, The World Was The River.

I Don't Think That There Are Any Limits To How Excellent We Could Make Life Seem.