We All Float Down Here!

It's A Writer's Job To Carve With Language, To Hew Close To The Bone.

That Was What I Wanted, But I Don't Need It To Be Gone. I Can Love You And I Can Love Life And Bear The Pain All At The Same Time. I Think The Pain Might Even Make The Rest Better, The Way A Good Setting Can Make A Diamond Look Better.

That's The Day's Business. Thinking. Thinking And Isolation, Because It Doesn't Matter If You Pass The Time Of Day With Someone Or Not; In The End, You're Alone. He Seemed To Have Put In As Many Miles In His Brain As He Had With His Feet. The Thoughts Kept Coming And There Was No Way To Deny Them.

Fear Is The Emotion That Makes Us Blind.

Like Some Dogs: Kick Them Once And They Never Trust You Again, No Matter How Nice You Are To Them.