I Know Where I'm Going.

There Was Such An Incredible Logic To Kissing, Such A Metal-to-magnet Pull Between Two People That It Was A Wonder That They Found The Strength To Prevent Themselves From Succumbing Every Second. Rightfully, The World Should Be A Whirlpool Of Kissing Into Which We Sank And Never Found The Strength To Rise Up Again.

That Was The Way Things Worked. When You Were Looking For The Big Fight, The Moment That You Thought Would Knock Everything Over, Nothing Much Happened At All.

It Was All In My Head And Now All I Had To Do Was Figure Out A Way To Get It Down On Paper.

The Light Was Cut To Lace By The Trees That Had Grown So Thick With Leaves In The Last Few Months.

I Think That People All Grow Up And Have Their Same Personalities, But You Can Say, "oh, I Can See The Roots Of This Personality, Which I Didn't Like, But Then You Grew Up, And I Can Still See You As That Person, But I Do Really Like You Now." Which Is Sort Of How I Feel About Children - I Mean, About Children Who I Knew When I Was A Child And Grew Up With, And They're Still My Friends, And Children That I Know As Children Who I See Growing Up, And Every Year I Like Them More.