Everything That Comes Together Falls Apart.

I Do Love You And What Else Matters But That

I Realized It In Waves And We Held On To Each Other Crying And I Thought, God We Must Look So Lame, But It Doesn't Matter Much When You Have Just Now Realized, All The Time Later, That You Are Still Alive.

But As For Me: I Must Ask The Wounded Man Where He Is Hurt, Because I Cannot Become The Wounded Man. The Only Wounded Man I Can Be Is Me.

The Rules Of Capitalization Are So Unfair To Words In The Middle Of A Sentence.

I'm Not Embarrassed By My Faith, And I'm Also Not Embarrassed By My Doubt.