For An Adult, Eating Alone

It Took Me Less Than Half A Lifetime To Realize That Regret Is One Of The Few Guaranteed Certainties. Sooner Or Later Everything Is Touched By It, Despite Our Naive And Senseless Hope That Just This Time We Will Be Spared Its Cold Hand On Our Heart.

The Fact That I’m Silent Doesn’t Mean I Have Nothing To Say.

Sometimes You Have To Give Up On People. Not Because You Don't Care, But Because They Don't.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.

The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks Is: What Breaks Your Heart? I Think That Should Be Asked Of All "artists."... So, What Breaks Your Heart?