One Must Have A Good

She Glared At Him, Feeling The Old Frustration. Sometimes In His Presence She Felt The Deepest Connection To Him, And Other Times She Felt Completely Alone-as Though Any Bond To Him Was Her Own Bitter Imagination.

Time Is What Keeps Things From Happening All At Once.

The Dreams Weren’t As Pleasing When They Had No Chance Of Coming True

No Matter How Far Back You Cut A Willow Tree, It Will Never Really Die.

And I Thought About The Color And I Realized What Blue It Was. It Was The Soft And Changeable, Essential Blue Of A Well-worn Pair Of Pants. Pants = Love