Hunting Will Never Feed Lots Of People;

Time Was Passing Like A Hand Waving From A Train I Wanted To Be On. I Hope You Never Have To Think About Anything As Much As I Think About You.

But I Still Couldn't Figure Out What It All Meant. The More I Found Out, The Less I Understood.

I Thought For A Minute, And Then I Got Heavy, Heavy Boots.

I Went To The Guest Room And Pretended To Write. I Hit The Space Bar Again And Again And Again. My Life Story Was Spaces.

It Was Terrible. All Of The Things We Couldn't Share. The Room Was Filled With Conversations We Weren't Having.