Here I Am And There Is My

No One Survives Life.

Only Love Can Save Me And Love Has Destroyed Me.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.