Doctor: How many days out of a month do you feel fatigued?

“If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.”

“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”

“My body is frozen hard with secret grief.”

“Deeper into the forest, deeper into the moonlight.”

“…with burning, ardent desire.”

“My heart beats differently when the moon is full.”

“I measured that year in sequence of vivid dreams,”

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”

“You have the sun in you, and the softness, and the clarity.”

“Let me write a book, for I am in prison. Life is too enslaving, too crushing, too stifling. Let me write a book, grow wings, become invisible. Let me forget my sorrows, the lies that were told me, the delusions.”

“My mind is hungry. I want to wander inside an autumnal daydream,”

“Go on with your simple life, the life of the black woods, the dark gardens, the sun.”

“Delightfully, darkly, sweetly,”