““Miscarried Dreams I tested all the atoms of loneliness; I found only remnants of agony and isolation. Probably I did not exist. Maybe I was voluntarily in exile; I was not part of this world. Possibly I was not here or even there. I did not find myself in the corners or in the mirrors or my loneliness’ memory. I found deprivation in my weak, tired, and meager miscarriages, stillborn–dreams.””
