Many brilliant men and women died for their genius. I look inside my heart and I see a boy, the first of tears in his eyes, the first...

I am a million eyes from home, walking like a Moon-ensnared Sunbeam on his way through the Sky, Westward, but originating East. I've got...

I’d like to be overwrought in your planetary eyes, hyperbolically fantastic and transcendent in my falsified perfection. Oh, how the...