Millie Beggs, By The Time She Was

All I Want To Be Is Very Young Always And Very Irresponsible And To Feel That My Life Is My Own-to Live And Be Happy And Die In My Own Way To Please Myself

Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Dependent Largely On What They've Hoped For.

Why Do We Spend Years Using Up Our Bodies To Nurture Our Minds With Experience And Find Our Minds Turning Then To Our Exhausted Bodies For Solace?

I Don’t Suppose I Really Know You Very Well - But I Know You Smell Like The Delicious Damp Grass That Grows Near Old Walls And That Your Hands Are Beautiful Opening Out Of Your Sleeves And That The Back Of Your Head Is A Mossy Sheltered Cave When There Is Trouble In The Wind And That My Cheek Just Fits The Depression In Your Shoulder.