You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.