“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.