It Feels So Good Up To My Skin.

One More Mile And It Is Sinking In.

I Have Tried To Make Mine A Tree.

And Not Have So Much Of Me.

God Has Stolen My Heart.

So I Will Write It Down.

I Consume Myself With Invisible Things.

Escape.

Congradulations.

This Is My Escape.

A Pen And Book

And If The World Can See What I Got

And Then Let's All Have A Good Look.

A Fortunate One.