How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I want to be silverly beautiful.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.