My Theory Of Characterization Is

The Military Was All About Hierarchies, Who Urinated Highest On The Hydrant

There Was Something In The Pages Of These Books That Had The Power To Make Him Feel Better About Things, A Life Raft To Cling To Before The Dark Currents Of Memory Washed Him Downstream Again, And On Brighter Days, He Could Even See Himself Going On This Way For Some Time. A Small But Passable Life. And Then, Of Course, The End Of The World Happened.

The World Was A World Of Dreaming Souls Who Could Not Die.

A Baby Was A Fact. It Was A Being With A Mind And A Nature, And You Could Feel About It Any Way You Liked, But A Baby Wouldn't Care. Just By Existing, It Demanded That You Believe In A Future: The Future It Would Crawl In, Walk In, Live In. A Baby Was A Piece Of Time; It Was A Promise You Made That The World Made Back To You.

I Saw My One Purpose In That Moment, Looking Into That Little Girls Eyes. I Was The One Who Was Meant To Save Her, That Was My One Purpose All This Time.