Shared Laughter Is Erotic Too.

I Think We Validate Our Lives Through Our Actions.

I Mourn In Grey, Grey As The Sleeted Wind The Bled Shades Of Twilight, Gunmetal, Battleships, Industrial Paint.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

I Said, I Like My Life. If Ihave To Give It Back, If Theytake It From Me, Let Me Onlynot Feel I Wasted Any, Let Menot Feel I Forgot To Love Anyonei Meant To Love, That I Forgotto Give What I Held In My Hands,that I Forgot To Do Some Littlepiece Of The Work That Wantedto Come Through.

If Sex Is A War, I Am A Conscientious Objector: I Will Not Play.