Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

Death's in the good-bye.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.