#emptydawns

I learn that there is no superhuman happiness, no eternity outside the sweep of days.

I see tigron in tears In the androgynous dark

If I could die. Now, when I am happy. Would you do that? ... Say die and I will die. Try, try, say die and watch me die.

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you step in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship—but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering —