I'll Have To Calm Down

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.