Diary Entry ~ Leather Bound

My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and the need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another. With him I have neither, neither privacy nor passion. Neither the heightening of self which is only won by privacy and loneliness, nor the splendid heroic beautiful loss of self that accompanies passion.


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)