The Feeling Of Sunday Is

It Was Like Letting Go And Falling Back Into Water And Seeing Yourself Grinning Up Through The Water, Your Face Like A Mask, And Seeing The Bubbles Coming Up As If You Were Trying To Speak From Under The Water. And How Do You Know What It's Like To Try To Speak From Under Water When You're Drowned?

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

All Of A Writer That Matters Is In The Book Or Books. It Is Idiotic To Be Curious About The Person.

Soon He'll Come In Again And Kiss Me, But Differently. He'll Be Different And So I'll Be Different. It'll Be Different. I Thought, 'it'll Be Different, Different. It Must Be Different.