Why do we not speak? Perhaps there is an uncertainty or mistrust that we care not to pursue. An obstacle, a condition, an uncompromising inevitability that we both already accept. If it’s is so, alas – for nothing is to become of it: no heightened sense of euphoria or intrigue or undiscovered sensibilities! It’s not …

If only death was as it ought to be: a deep darkness that sinks to the bottom of my soul like autumn leaves on a still lake. Or like a stone thrown into the deepest ocean might descends to hidden depths. Or like smoke disappears with the winds or sand that is taken out with …