Yaroo!" I shouted, and I didn't give a beetle's bottom who heard me. "Ya-rooo!
I Am Half-Sick of ShadowsA sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
Le Horla et autres contes fantastiquesAs long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.
Tears and SaintsSickness awakens sadness sleeps- Moments of aloneness results into peace.
A Very First Book Of Poems: Heartbreak