"let me feel that way, feeling time with interest
love that’s forced is borrowed, eating out for breakfast,
will we last the fortnight? making plans forever
can we last the night? faking jazz together
three tones as you go,
quadropuss is deep below,
fighting for some oxygen and friends”
"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves."
"I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life."