The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
 In the cradle a child is screaming.
 An old man sits over his death, and anyone
 young enough talks to his love, breathes 
into her lips, looks into her eyes.

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.