We Are Going To The Moon That

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

I Have This Weird Obsession About Buying Books And Looking At Them With A Smile, Even If I Won't Read Them Soon. At Least They Are Mine Now.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

I Love Your Silences, They Are Like Mine. You Are The Only Being Before Whom I Am Not Distressed By My Own Silences. You Have A Vehement Silence, One Feels It Is Charged With Essences, It Is A Strangely Alive Silence, Like A Trap Open Over A Well, From Which One Can Hear The Secret Murmur Of The Earth Itself.

Age Does Not Protect You From Love. But Love, To Some Extent, Protects You From Age.