You Don't Understand Music: You

Today At School I Wrote An Essay About Flag Day Which Was So Beautiful, But Ever So Beautiful - For I Even Used Words Without Really Knowing What They Meant.

Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea Of Joy.

What I Want Is To Live Of That Initial And Primordial Something That Was What Made Some Things Reach The Point Of Aspiring To Be Human.

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.