Confusion is an often too subtle sign of paranoia.
How can a heart suffer your deepest thoughts and yet only speak the unmoving, inconsequential utterances of abject silence?
How could you put methadone in a Dimetapp bottle. They look the same you dumb shit.
If our greatest hungers were to be granted as easily as our bodily needs, we certainly would never be able to achieve the noble feelings of friendship and love. Patience will make the banquet of life ever so much more resplendent.
How could you do that?