It is not night where I am, and I am hungry, I am wishing I could see the world as haunted and rearrange the constellations as once I did with word and wish. I love and I will never stop loving, not unto my aging body mutters inchoate finalities, not unto my last moments. Newcomers will not know what you know. If they are true, love them as you should dote upon an orphan infant and reveal your knowledge to them. A Goth must not break the trust of another Goth, and should refrain from harming anyone unless death or augue would be the alternative.
Violence destroys beauty.
Back to the beginning.