I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

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.

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

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.