I Was Like A Cat

There Is No Stillness Like The Quiet Of The First Cold Nights In The Fall.

The Human Heart Is A Lonely Hunter-but The Search For Us Southerners Is More Anguished.

Her Face Felt Like It Was Scattered In Pieces And She Could Not Keep It Straight. The Feeling Was A Whole Lot Worse Than Being Hungry For Any Dinner, Yet It Was Like That. I Want--i Want--i Want--was All That She Could Think About--but Just What This Real Want Was She Did No Know.

There Are The Lover And The Beloved, But These Two Come From Different Countries.

To Know Who You Are, You Have To Have A Place To Come From.