I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish

To Create Something Beautiful About Despair Or Out Of A Feeling Of Despair Is For Me The Most Hopeful Life Affirming Thing A Person Can Do

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After

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.

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.