It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

They will love me for that which destroys me.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.