Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.
Talking about my fears to others feeds it.
The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.
Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.