God Is A Lonely Place

Some Moments Are Nice, Some Are Nicer, Some Are Even Worth Writing About.

It Began As A Mistake.

The Park Grass Looked Greener, The Park Benches Looked Better And The Flowers Were Trying Harder.

Humanity, You Never Had It To Begin With.

There Was Something About That City, Though It Didn't Let Me Feel Guilty That I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed. It Let Me Alone. Sitting Up In My Bed The Lights Out, Hearing The Outside Sounds, Lifting My Cheap Bottle Of Wine, Letting The Warmth Of The Grape Enter Me As I Heard The Rats Moving About The Room, I Preferred Them To Humans. Being Lost, Being Crazy Maybe Is Not So Bad If You Can Be That Way Undisturbed. New Orleans Gave Me That. Nobody Ever Called My Name.