Please, I Want So Badly For The

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

I Am Afraid. I Am Not Solid, But Hollow. I Feel Behind My Eyes A Numb, Paralyzed Cavern, A Pit Of Hell, A Mimicking Nothingness.

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.