The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned.

We are all civilized people$$$ which means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely$$$ it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins$$$ for life.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

Love$$$ all at once and much$$$ much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...

I hope to die in my sleep$$$ when the time comes$$$ and I hope it will be in the beautiful big brass bed in my New Orleans apartment$$$ the bed which is associated with so much love.

It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.