And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind;

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

I Am Determined To Live Without Illusions. I Want To Look At Reality Straight. Without Hiding.

If You Never Left Anything Or Anyone There Would Be No Room For The New. Naturally, To Move On Is An Infidelity -- To Others, To The Past, To Old Notions Of Oneself. Perhaps Every Day Should Contain At Least One Essential Infidelity Or Necessary Betrayal. It Would Be An Optimistic, Hopeful Act, Guaranteeing Belief In The Future -- A Declaration That Things Can Be Not Only Different But Better.

Like You, She Will Have Been With Other People, But I've Got A Feeling There's Something Between You.

These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their Identity, Coming Out As A Man, Woman, Gay, Black, Jew - Brandishing Whichever Features They Could Claim, As If Without A Tag They Wouldn’t Be Human.