My Guess Is That She

These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their Identity, Coming Out As A Man, Woman, Gay, Black, Jew - Brandishing Whichever Features They Could Claim, As If Without A Tag They Wouldn’t Be Human.

How Disturbing It Is That Our Illusions Are Often Our Most Important Beliefs.

One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy Would Leave More Of A Mark, That More Of It Would Remain. But It Doesn’t. You Just End Up Thinking, Who Is This Person?

Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

No Amount Of Promises Can Guarantee Love