We All Have Souls Of Different Ages

Baltimore Is Warm But Pleasant... I Belong Here, Where Everything Is Civilized And Gay And Rotted And Polite.

Hard To Sit Here And Be Close To You, And Not Kiss You.

I'm A Cynical Idealist.

I Wish I Could Write. I Get These Ideas But I Never Seem To Be Able To Put Them In Words.

These Lights, This Brightness, These Clusters Of Human Hope, Of Wild Desire—i Shall Take These Lights In My Fingers. I Shall Make Them Bright, And Whether They Shine Or Not, It Is In These Fingers That They Shall Succeed Or Fail.