Oh, How Good It Is To Be

It's Afterwards You Realize That The Feeling Of Happiness You Had With A Man Didn't Necessarily Prove That You Loved Him.

All That Remains Of That Minute Is Time In All Its Purity, Bone-white Time.

In A Certain State Of Mind, All Trace Of Feeling Is Banished. Whenever I Remain Silent In A Certain Way, I Don't Love You, Have You Noticed That?

We’re In The Vanguard Of A Nameless Battle, A Battle Without Arms Or Bloodshed Or Glory: We’re In The Vanguard Of Waiting.

I Am Dead. I Have No Desire For You. My Body No Longer Wants The One Who Doesn’t Love.