I Love You. Remember. And Someday, I

Direction, Like Time, Is A General Thing, The Deprived Of Boundaries And Borders. It Is An Endless Process Interception And Reinterception, Doubling Back And Adjusting.

That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care. A World Without Love Is Also A World Without Stakes.

This Is What We Are Made For: Promises, Pledges, And Sworn Oaths Of Obedience.

Everyone Just Wasting Time Because They Have So Much Of It To Waste, Minutes Slipping By On Who's With Who And Did You Hear.

For A Moment, My Heart Aches For Him. I Should Never Have Asked Him To Join Me Here; I Should Never Have Asked Him To Cross.