She confessed 'I hide old love letters all over my house, so that every so often I find one and cry'
But what were you crying about? Death. Loneliness. Belonging. To. Heartache. Break. Silence.
BECAUSE I AM JOYOUS.
Oh, Old St John Moved On.
'I fraternise mainly with sadness. The sacrosanct shelter of safety for my insides. Darling, we are the best of friends and lovers.
The consortium of sadness in my box acts either;
-as reminders of who you are or-as reminders of who you used to be'