I'm Not A Great Deep

It's True, Reading Too Many Novels Makes You Go Blind.

A Half-read Book Is A Half-finished Love Affair.

Eva. Every Day I've Climbed Up The Belfry Chanting A Lucky Chant At One Syllable Per Beat, "to-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.

Dreams Are All I Have Ever Truly Owned.

Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet. Thus It Is, Trees Eat Themselves.