“And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?”

“And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?”

“If only I could tell someone.The humiliation I go throughwhen I think of my pastcan only be described as grace.We are created by being destroyed.”

“literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.”

“And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?”

“I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn't prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)”