But Life Is Long. And

I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight.

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do! A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough.

The Silence Between Us Was So Profound I Thought Part Of It Must Be My Fault.

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.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing.