I typically remain alone. I fall madly in love with a few. Sometimes, I manage not to step on myself when some impossible opportunity presents itself. I can name three times, where it moved to consummation. But, generally I am a blunt instrument. I cannot believe the woman of my dreams might be available to me. I am the confidential byproduct of completed projects, as with songs, paintings, photographs, redecoration, and books. I don’t want to have to wave them in the air. I often work in silence, but I love. I desire. I don’t want to have to apply for jobs. A beautiful woman is a mystery to me. She has no idea what I have done. But, this proves a contradiction. If I am proud of what I have done, how does that explain that she doesn’t have to do anything? But, if I am unaware of her mutual interest, I simply drift. My heart is so fragile that I focus on the maudlin tracks of SoundCloud and spend my life alone.