And Silence, Like Darkness, Can

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted

Security And Safety Were The Reward Of Dullness.

What A Quality Of Innocence People Have When They Don't Expect To Be Harmed.

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.