Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives,

I Have This Demon Who Wants Me To Run Away Screaming If I Am Going To Be Flawed, Fallible. It Wants Me To Think I'm So Good I Must Be Perfect. Or Nothing. I Am, On The Contrary, Something: A Being Who Gets Tired, Has Shyness To Fight, Has More Trouble Than Most Facing People Easily.

The Silence Between Us Was So Profound I Thought Part Of It Must Be My Fault.

Let's Face It: I'm Scared, Scared And Frozen. First, I Guess, I'm Afraid For Myself...the Old Primitive Urge For Survival. It's Getting So I Live Every Moment With Terrible Intensity.

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.