And If Only I Could, I'd Make

You Ask Me What I'm Looking For, And I Outline You. You Don't Recognize The Shape, Offer Other Names. You Say My Time Will Come, And I Hope.

Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds Of Threads.

He Is Both The Source Of My Happiness And The One I Want To Share It With.

Tiny: But There Is The Word, This Word Phil Wrayson Taught Me Once: Weltschmerz. It's The Depression You Feel When The World As It Is Does Not Line Up With The World As You Think It Should Be. I Live In A Big Goddamned Weltzschermz Ocean, You Know? And So Do You.

It's Gonna Hurt Because It Matters.