I Hate You, God. I Hate You

No Building Was Safe From The Furniture, The Pictures, The Human Beings That It Would Presently Contain.

In The Taxi I Let My Hand Lie On Her Leg Like A Promise, But I Had No Intention Of Keeping My Promise.

There Are Times When A Lover Longs To Be Also A Father And A Brother: He Is Jealous Of The Years He Hasn't Shared.

There Is A Point Of No Return, Unremarked At The Time, In Most Lives.

So Long As One Is Happy One Can Endure Any Discipline: It Was Unhappiness That Broke Down The Habits Of Work.