Life Is A Process Of

And Now It Seems She's On My Wavelength. That's All I Need. My Mind Isn't Much Of A Comfort To Me But At Least I Thought It Was Private.

Me, What's That After All? An Arbitrary Limitation Of Being Bounded By The People Before And After And On Either Side. Where They Leave Off I Begin, And Vice Versa.

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

Fidelity Is A Matter Of Perception; Nobody Is Unfaithful To The Sea Or To Mountains Or To Death: Once Recognized They Fill The Heart.

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.