Your Hair Is An Act Of God.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

To Feed, Help, Protect, Comfort, Console, Support, Nurse, Or Heal To Be Fed, Helped, Nursed, Protected, Comforted, Consoled, Supported, Nursed, Or Healed To Form Mutually Enjoyable, Enduring, Cooperating And Reciprocating Relationship With Other, With An Equal To Be Forgiven To Be Loved To Be Free

You’ll Be All Right. You’re Strong. I Know You’ll Be Okay Because I Like You And You Can’t Like Someone Who Doesn’t Like Themself. The People I Fear For Are The Ones Who I Don’t Like Because They Hate Themselves So Much They Won’t Let Anyone Else Like Them Either. But I Do Like You. I’ll Miss You. And I Know You’ll Be Okay.