Good Moods’re As Fragile As

I Remain Thankful To God For All His Mercies.

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.

...now I'm A Spent Firework; But At Least I've Been A Firework.

Souls Cross Ages Like Clouds Cross Skies, An' Tho' A Cloud's Shape Nor Hue Nor Size Don't Stay The Same, It's Still A Cloud An' So Is A Soul. Who Can Say Where The Cloud's Blowed From Or Who The Soul'll Be 'morrow? Only Sonmi The East An' The West An' The Compass An' The Atlas, Yay, Only The Atlas O' Clouds.

If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.