Yet Somehow The Thing That

We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.

A Geisha Has Studied A Man's Moods And His Seasons. She Fusses And He Blooms.

Water Is Powerful. It Can Wash Away Earth, Put Out Fire, And Even Destroy Iron.

If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even A Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

All At Once I Felt So Vain, Like A Girl Posturing For The Crowds As She Walks Along, Only To Discover The Street Is Empty.