There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

It's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

I woke to the sound of rain.