“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”

“...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...”

“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”

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

“...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...”

“...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”

“...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...”