Anger Is One Way To Respond To

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World Be Yours.