May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
The true word leads; the untrue misleads.
I carry the bars within me.
You too have weapons.
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.