I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?