remember soul asylum? yeah.

I'm waiting by the phone, waiting for someone to call me up and tell me I'm not alone.

I'm having trouble breathing.

poetry

THE ALCHEMIST Louise Bogan
I burned my life, that I might find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone, Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief From the flawed light of love and grief.	With mounting beat the utter fire Charred existence and desire. It died low, ceased its sudden thresh. I had found unmysterious flesh -- Not the mind's avid substance -- still Passionate beyond the will.