I Speak As I Must And Cannot

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.

Somehow The Anticipation Of Pain Can Be Even More Troubling, More A Misery Than The Pain Itself.

I Let It Go. It's Like Swimming Against The Current. It Exhausts You. After A While, Whoever You Are, You Just Have To Let Go, And The River Brings You Home.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.

I'm Not Sure I Believe In The Whole 'ghost-afterlife' Thing, But I Think Places Are Marked By People Who Have Been There.