Introspection Is A Devouring Monster.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I Find A Unique Bird I Once Saw In My Dreams.

I Want To Love You Wildly. I Don’t Want Words, But Inarticulate Cries, Meaningless, From The Bottom Of My Most Primitive Being, That Flow From My Belly Like Honey. A Piercing Joy, That Leaves Me Empty, Conquered, Silenced.

I Love The Abstract, Delicate, Profound, Vague, Voluptuously Wordless Sensation Of Living Ecstatically.

Balance Is Not To Be Sought By Association With Others; It Must Exist Within One's Self.