Daddy,' My Mother Asked, 'aren’t We Going

Things Will Be Far Worse Than They Are Now. And Far Better. I Wait.

That Moment - To This ... May Be Years In The Way They Measure, But It's Only One Sentence Back In My Mind - There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails. I Pass The Hotel At 8 And At 5; There Are Cats In The Alleys And Bottles And Bums, And I Look Up At The Window And Think, I No Longer Know Where You Are, And I Walk On And Wonder Where The Living Goes When It Stops.

I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here.

I'm Not The Cruel Type, But They Are, And That's The Secret.

We Must.. We Must Bring Our Own Light To The Darkness