They Told Us Love Was

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.

Love: It Will Kill You And Save You, Both

The Old Lena Is Dead.

That's What Time Does: We Stand Stubbornly Like Rocks While It Flows All Around Us, Believing That We Are Immutable - And All The Time We're Being Carved, And Shaped, And Whittled Away.

And There It Is: Even Though We’re Standing In The Same Patch Of Sun-drenched Pavement, We Might As Well Be A Hundred Thousand Miles Apart.