Time Does Nothing But Hand

To Write Has To Be Related To A Drive Inside.

Where Can You Go From Nowhere, Except Deeper Into Nowhere?

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.

My Skin Was The Border Between The World And Me.

I Want To Change Something. I Want To Stop The Germs From Attacking My Daughters.