I, Who Called Love My Hope For

Love Is So Much More Deadly Than I Had Thought, Love Is So Much Inherent As The Very Lack, And We Are Guaranteed By A Need To Be Renewed Continuously. Love Is Now, Is Forever. There Is Just The Blow Of Grace - Call It Passion.

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.