I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

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

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

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

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.