I Love You, Even If

Why Should All Life Be Work, When We All Can Borrow. Let's Think Only Of Today, And Not Worry About Tomorrow.

There Seemed To Be Some Heavenly Support Beneath His Shoulder Blades That Lifted His Feet From The Ground In Ecstatic Suspension, As If He Secretly Enjoyed The Ability To Fly But Was Walking As A Compromise To Convention.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For

Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Dependent Largely On What They've Hoped For.