The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

I was the owner of my own darkness.