To Know I Was Beautiful In His

She Laughed So Easily When She Was Happy. But Also When She Was Sad.

At Every Moment, Each Instrument Knew What To Play. Its Little Bit. But None Could See The Whole Thing Like This, All At Once, Only Its Own Part. Just Like Life. Each Person Was Like A Line Of Music, But Nobody Knew What The Symphony Sounded Like. Only The Conductor Had The Whole Score.

I'm Incredibly Restless. I Read A Lot Of Poetry. I Also Find Myself Reading The First 20 Pages Of Everything, Looking For Something. And You Know What? I'm Usually Looking For The Book I'm Writing. And It's Not Out There!

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.