Do We Have To Confess Our Loves

I Am An Unwilling Devil. I Cry Like Some Vagrant Child. I Want To Go Home.

That Is The Crowning Evil, That We Can Even Go So Far As To Love Each Other, You And I. And Who Else Would Show Us A Particle Of Love, A Particle Of Compassion Or Mercy? Who Else, Knowing Us As We Know Each Other, Could Do Anything But Destroy Us? Yet We Can Love Each Other.

Ignore Any Loss Of Nerve, Ignore Any Loss Of Self-confidence, Ignore Any Doubt Or Confusion. Move On Believing In Love, In Peace, And Harmony, And In Great Accomplishment. Remember Joy Isn't A Stranger To You. You Are Winning And You Are Strong. Love. Love First, Love Always, Love Forever.

Goodnight Sweet Prince, May Flights Of Devils Wing You To Your Rest.

What Does All This Mean Finally, I Kept Asking Like A College Kid. Why Does It Make Me Want To Cry? Maybe It’s That We Are All Outsiders, We Are All Making Our Own Unusual Way Through A Wilderness Of Normality That Is Just A Myth.