Things Aren't The Way They Are, They're

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses

I Am An Excitable Person Who Only Understands Life Lyrically, Musically, In Whom Feelings Are Much Stronger As Reason.

Violence Is A Symptom Of Impotence.

I Want To Love You Wildly. I Don’t Want Words, But Inarticulate Cries, Meaningless, From The Bottom Of My Most Primitive Being, That Flow From My Belly Like Honey. A Piercing Joy, That Leaves Me Empty, Conquered, Silenced.

Whenever You Do Something That Is Not Aligned With The Yearning Or Your Soul—you Create Suffering.