I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
Shakespeare wrote life is nothing but a stage, but...
See these letters are not confessions or a cry for...
Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...
I packed up my unhappiness, misery and sorrow's...
At sixty-three, I'm still unpacking...
Scrambled
Words repeating in my head...
About to run away
What's 6 years mean...
A conclusion
A creative solution...
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow. The...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of the loneliness...
Mirror mirror on the wall
You have forgotten my call...
you always said
I was most beautiful...
And then there is
to the clinches of your despair...