Some days I do certainly feel a little guilt that I attempt to give people what I have only ever dreamed of giving to you; and with that I am undeniably embarrassed for having these feelings - yet I know well enough that they are so delicate that I do not wish to stop my dreaming

in spring I am unhappy, this is when men leave my side of the moon and the sun is bright. spring has always been a better time to tell people that you are ok, because even when you're not, the sun is bright. in winter nobody can lie. I hate being told to go to sleep. when people tell me what to do, sometimes I hear it in their voice. This is what I would do, so I think you should do it. this is why I disregard rules altogether. they aren't illogical; I like to be left alone. even love at a distance offers a propensity that makes all other love - consummate, passionate - look incapable. I wear no medals and hunger over nothing.