“...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...”

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

“...before you, I was a doubled-up fist - now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings...”

“...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...”

“...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper...”