I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.
Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.
Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?