I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

"I look at myself but I’m missing.
I know myself: it’s not me."

I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion.

I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how cruel you were and you  are. Still.

"Her voice was quite calm, but it was not her voice any more. It

 was like the voice you might imagine coming out of a tiny, cold 

sea shell swept high and dry at last by the salt tide."

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

Suddenly, I don’t know what to say. It happens

 often to me. I know what I want to say, I 

think about whether it is what I mean, but

 when the moment comes to speak, I can’t say it."