Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.