I Believe That With Enough

How Easy It Was To Make People Happy, When You Didn't Want Or Need Anything From Them.

Dreams Say What They Mean, But They Don't Say It In Daytime Language.

During The Act Of Writing I Have Told Myself Something That I Didn't Know I Knew.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious Hour, On Their Own Terms And Not Yours, To Be Seized Or Relinquished Forever.