I Worried She Might Spend An Afternoon

At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

My Tears Simply Broke Through The Fragile Wallthat Had Held Them, And With A Terrible Feeling Of Shame, I Laid My Head Upon The Table And Let Them Drain Out Of Me.

I Worried She Might Spend An Afternoon Chatting With Me About The Sights And Then Wish Me Best Of Luck.

By The Time We Arrived, As Evening Was Approaching, I Felt As Sore As A Rock Must Feel When The Waterfall Has Pounded On It All Day Long.

Anyone Can Have A Good Day. The Question Is What Do You Do On A Bad Day. That's When You're Being Tested. In A Very Tangible Sense, A Bad Day Shows Your Innermost Essence More Than A Good Day.