Appear As You Are, Or Be As

Thirst Drove Me Down To The Water Where I Drank The Moon's Reflection.

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

All The World Loves You, But You Are Nowhere To Be Found, Hidden And Yet . . . Completely Obvious!