Stars Scribble On Our Eyes

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them.

And Inasmuch As The Bridge Is A Symbol Of All Such Poetry As I Am Interested In Writing It Is My Present Fancy That A Year From Now I'll Be More Contented Working In An Office Than Ever Before.

And So It Was I Entered The Broken World To Trace The Visionary Company Of Love, Its Voice An Instant In The Wind (i Know Not Whither Hurled) But Not For Long To Hold Each Desperate Choice.

Goodbye, Everybody! (suicide Note)

Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.