I Myself Have Been On My Own

I Don’t Know What It Means To Live.

We Fell Silent Again. The Thing We Had Shared Was Nothing More Than A Fragment Of Time That Had Died Longe Ago.even So, A Faint Glimmer Of That Warm Memory Still Claimed A Part Of My Heart. And When Death Claim Me, No Doubt I Would Walk Along By That Faint Light In The Brief Instant Before Being Flung Once Again Into The Abyss Of Nothingness

Sometimes I Get Real Lonely Sleeping With You.

Better To Be A First-class Matchbox Than A Second-class Match.

No One Could Say How Long That Life Would Last. Whatever Has Form Can Disappear In An Instant.