I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.

It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.

No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.