To Eat Is To Appropriate

I Had Spent My Time Counterfeiting Eternity.

As If There Could Be True Stories: Things Happen In One Way, And We Retell Them In The Opposite Way.

Death Is A Continuation Of My Life Without Me.

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.

To Read A Poem In January Is As Lovely As To Go For A Walk In June