All my favorite songs...

I've tried Jack,

I've tried Jim,

I've tried every last one of them.

Old heartbreak bottles up on that shelf,

But the burn doesn't work,

and the buzz doesn't help.

Been taking these shots, 

everything they've got,

but the whiskey doesn't kill like it's supposed to,

your memory must be bulletproof.

Outlines of new eyes and visions of you...

The reality of my life has become an unsettling arabesque puzzle and I still want to add more filigree embroidery to it, so I might, some day, expect to stray from the point of recognition, lose the final thread, be expelled to the edge of delusion and forced to dance on the brim of chaos. If anything, my capacity for self-delusion is apparently infinite so how am I ever meant to know, except by existing in a state of absolute pessimism, that once again I am fooling myself? No, no. This is it. I can really feel it this time. It's all going to work out exactly as I imagine. 

He is heaven sent...

He is your shelter from the storm. He is your strength when you are weak. He is the fire that burns through your veins and heats you when you are in need. He is the one who will fill your heart and protect the life you will create together. He is your light in the darkness and the one who guides your way when you are lost. He is the creature who will destroy worlds to keep you and will never allow you to fall. He is wind in the night. The sail of a sturdy boat about to embark on a long voyage. He is not a shield; he is a sword. He is not a victim; he is a victor. And who are you?