Oh please. I'm discovering myself, and in the meantime it means I don't feel so sad. I'm still figuring out what I feel; maybe I don't. And truth be told, I don't know what's worse. So darling, if you don't mind I'll keep holding you tighter, I'll kiss you deeper in the hope that I'll feel something.
(I know I said I didn't have more work to put up, but I lied. I should have said that I don't have any more good work to put up. This is still mine. I don't like it very much)
Dear Mr. Drunk-man on the train:
I know I'm probably the first person to say this to you, or even to think it; but I respect you. Or at least I understand you. I can see myself in your shoes. And your thoughts on life? Yes, life is a struggle. God only knows what you've been through. You've probably already drunk your memories away. And yes, in a way the human struggle can be compared to crucifixion. The ultimate sacrifice.