Believe, believe, believe
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.