I . ..There is something in me that is stronger than me... Nay, there are two of them - My Soul and My Beast - they are both stronger than me... They both pretend to be me to turn me against each other... Neither of them cares for me but only for one's victory over the other... They are implacable and without mercy... I can still hold my own against both of them when I know which is which... It is when they turn into each other that I am confused, lost, beaten... II There is something in me that is stronger than me - Despite my will, despite everything I put into my will to resist them - Because...

These Are The Thoughts These are the thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting With my boyfriend Is he the one that I will marry And why is it so hard to be objective about Myself why do I feel cellularly alone Am I supposed to live in this crazy city Can blindly continued fear - induced regurtitated life - denying tradition Be overcome Where does the money go that I send To those in need, if we have so much why do some people have nothing Still why do I feel frantic when I first wake...