Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But

I Don't Want To Be Loved. I Want To Be Desired. Love Is Safety, But Desire Is Foul.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy Would Leave More Of A Mark, That More Of It Would Remain. But It Doesn’t. You Just End Up Thinking, Who Is This Person?

At The Same Time, You Have To Find The Right Distance Between People. Too Close, And They Overwhelm You, Too Far And They Abandon You. How To Hold Them In The Right Relation?

I Am Determined To Live Without Illusions. I Want To Look At Reality Straight. Without Hiding.