I Drink Sherry And Wine By Myself

If The Moon Smiled, She Would Resemble You. You Leave The Same Impression Of Something Beautiful, But Annihilating.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone. There Is An Off-focus Light Cast By The Moon, And The Streetlights Are Part Of The Spotlight Apparatus On A Bare Stage Set Up For You To Walk Through. You Get A Feeling Of Being Listened To, So You Talk Aloud, Softly, To See How It Sounds.

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?

Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams.