There The Door Is Always Open Into

Solitude Is My Element, And The Reason Is That Extreme Awareness Of Other People... Precludes Awareness Of One's Self So That After A While The Self No Longer Knows That It Exists.

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age. I Have Earned It.

I Write Poems, Have Always Written Them, To Transcend The Painfully Personal And Reach The Universal.

Without Anxiety Life Would Have Very Little Savor.