How could i still spread the text and the poetry of desperate love or any kind of lack, well-knowing that it is not my truth anymore, i would have the impression i'm betraying myself and anyone that could hear me, what is left for me to touch someone, only one, and ignite in the other the envy to know the me, peeled and vivid, here, where there's nothing to gain, and nothing to lose, and no need to have any impact but just a shared sincerity between me and you.