My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.
Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.
Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.
Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.