At Times ... One Is

One Is Taught By Experience To Put A Premium On Those Few People Who Can Appreciate You For What You Are.

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. One Kind, You Can Just Tell By Looking At Them At What Point They Congealed Into Their Final Selves. It Might Be A Very Nice Self, But You Know You Can Expect No More Surprises From It. Whereas, The Other Kind Keep Moving, Changing... They Are Fluid. They Keep Moving Forward And Making New Trysts With Life, And The Motion Of It Keeps Them Young. In My Opinion, They Are The Only People Who Are Still Alive. You Must Be Constantly On Your Guard Against Congealing.