When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Too much information about nothing.
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.
It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.