Love Is A Dangerous Angel.

It Seems Impossible That You Can Love One Person So Much, No Matter What Happens, No Matter What They Do.

Pianos, Unlike People, Sing When You Give Them Your Every Growl. They Know How To Dive Into The Pit Of Your Stomach And Harmonize With Your Roars When You’ve Split Yourself Open. And When They See You, Guts Shining, Brain Pulsing, Heart Right There Exposed In A Rhythm That Beats Need Need, Need Need, Need Need, Pianos Do Not Run. And So She Plays.

In Order To Have Bliss You Have To Be Able To Accept All The Parts Of The Other, All The Wildness And The Darkness. You Have To Be Able To Hold On.

I'll Be Inside The One Who Holds You. And Then I Won't Be.

Maybe Her Own Tears Were The Poison That Made Her Grow.