Once In The Midst Of A Seemingly

But It's Not Easy. I've Been Thinking It Over For Years. While We Loved Each Other We Didn't Need Words To Make Ourselves Understood. But People Don't Love Forever. A Time Came When I Should Have Found The Words To Keep Her With Me, Only I Couldn't.

I Have Not Stopped Loving That Which Is Sacred In This World.

Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.

I Conceived At Least One Great Love In My Life, Of Which I Was Always The Object.

There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.