THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
It makes me feel crazy.
When we talk about it, I speak in generalities. But I mean you.
When I say friends, I mean you, and I mean you.
When I talk about the future, I only mean the company.
It's in this that all my faith rests, and it kills me. It kills me that no one can understand and that I wouldn't want them to anyone.
I don't want to need something immaterial, and I do. I don't want to let it go, either.
Words outside my head sound so different from words inside it.
I don't understand anything...