1. I am not safe in your beauty; in the arms of your words, laughs, sighs, dreams; in the comfort of the corners in your mind. I am not safe, but I have no desire to be somewhere else.
2. What can I tell you about you? That you have undone my poetry and my fiction. And I must write now these truths. Here. And also, here, beneath my hand, where the walls are not made of paper.
3. Time forks, unceasing, into endless futures. In one of them, I am your lover. In another, I am someone you barely remember.