All of me is damned.
From earliest beginnings,
my fate has been solitude —
elegant solitude, elegant loneliness.
I let it walk into me like into a cathedral,
down it’s aisle — wedding bells sound
in the secret place of my heart.

~Segovia Amil



“My weathered heart, fluent in death. My power lies in my ability to undo, wipe away, remove. Like death, I disjoin, I withdraw — and I do this with divine intention. I let go only of that which does not serve me: that is my strength, not my cowardice.”
~Segovia Amil