Jean Cocteau. White paper (№ 92842)

Love for me is exhausting. Even when all is quiet, I am afraid that this stillness will come to an end, and anxiety deprives it of any sweetness. The smallest panel is the failure of the entire piece. It is impossible not to interpret everything in the worst way. Nothing can be done to the soil is never left from under my feet when all it is, that a single misstep. The wait is torture; have - also, because of the fear of losing.