If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.
For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night
I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.
I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.