I’ve Never Once Thought About How I

Letters Are Just Pieces Of Paper," I Said. "burn Them, And What Stays In Your Heart Will Stay; Keep Them, And What Vanishes Will Vanish.

Even If You Managed To Escape From One Cage, Weren't You Just In Another, Larger One?

The Faintest Gleam Of Their Lost Memories Glimmered For The Briefest Moment In Their Hearts.

Time Flows In Strange Ways On Sundays, And Sights Become Mysteriously Distorted.

Don't Pointless Things Have A Place, Too, In This Far-from-perfect World?