...for Everything Can Come To

Patience. I Colored Patience Gray, Hung Over With Black Clouds. I Colored Hope Yellow, Just Like The Sun We Could See For A Few Short Morning Hours. Too Soon The Sun Rose High In The Sky & Disappeared From View, Leaving Us Bereft And Staring At Blue.

Love, Is An Unnatural Attachment To Another Living Thing. It's The Root Cause Of Most Personal Problems People Have.

Seek The Tarnish And You Shall Find

You've Got To Learn Something From Every Defeat In Life Or Life Will Defeat You.

I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.