A Deception That Elevates Us Is Dearer

I’ve Lived To Bury My Desires, And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust; Now All That’s Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust.

Somewhere Between Obsession And Compulsion Is Impulse.

I Do Not Like Moscow Life. You Live Here Not As You Want To Live, But As Old Women Want You To.

Better The Illusions That Exalt Us Than Ten Thousand Truths.

I Want To Understand You, I Study Your Obscure Language.