You Don't Worry About Happiness

Years Fly By, But The Heart Stays In The Same Place.

In Short, The Satisfaction Of Creating, Not Necessarily The Process, Always Lifts My Heart.

Summer Romances Cometo An End. That Was Part Of The Deal. They Are Built Like Certain Plants Or Insects, Not Able To Survive More Than One Season. I Thought We Would Be Different. We Were, I Guess, But Not In The Way I Thought. I Truly Believed That We Would Never Let Each Other Go. The Young Are So Dumb.

For A Short Time, I Hated Them. But When You Think About It, What Good Does That Do?it Takes So Much To Hold On To Hate—you Lose Your Grip On What's Important, You Know?

This Was A Place Where Tattoos Outnumbered Teeth.