I Put My Hand On The Doorknob

They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her Untouchability, The Collage Of Her.

We Burned With Love For Ourselves, All Of Us, Starters Of The Fire We Suffered- Our Love Was The Affliction For Which Only Our Love Was The Cure.

There Is Nothing Wrong With Compromising. Even If You Compromise Almost Everything.

In The End, Everyone Loses Everyone.

I Think And Think And Think, I‘ve Thought Myself Out Of Happiness One Million Times, But Never Once Into It.