I tempt you. I blush. There are things unbearable.
Lonely Is A Number
I don’t trust words, I even question actions. But I never doubt patterns.
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.
“The unreality of the seen brings reality to the seeing”
…I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it’s the blue that lasts.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
The eyes are more exact witnesses than the ears.