As Long As I Kept

I Miss You Terribly Sometimes, But In General I Go On Living With All The Energy I Can Muster. Just As You Take Care Of The Birds And The Fields Every Morning, Every Morning I Wind My Own Spring. I Give It Some 36 Good Twists By The Time I've Got Up, Brushed My Teeth, Shaved, Eaten Breakfast, Changed My Clothes, Left The Dorm, And Arrived At The University. I Tell Myself, "ok, Let's Make This Day Another Good One." I Hadn't Noticed Before, But They Tell Me I Talk To Myself A Lot These Days. Probably Mumbling To Myself While I Wind My Spring.

We Never Choose Anything At All. Things Happen. Or Not.

Irrepressible Curiosity Vied With An Instinctive Fear.

Knowledge And Ability Were Tools, Not Things To Show Off.

My Priority Is My Books, At Least At This Point. What I Have To Do Is Write The Narrative Of This Time.