I Confess That I Do Not See

Does Nobody Understand?

Can't Bring Back Time. Like Holding Water In Your Hand.

What Is Better Than To Sit At The End Of The Day And Drink Wine With Friends, Or Substitutes For Friends?

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movements Like A Cork Upon A Tide. He Heard What Her Eyes Said To Him From Beneath Their Cowl And Knew That In Some Dim Past, Whether In Life Or Revery, He Had Heard Their Tale Before.

No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No Room, No Time, No Quiet, No Inclination.