Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody?

As Slippery As Smooth Grapes, Words Exploding In The Light Like Dormant Seeds Waiting In The Vaults Of Vocabulary, Alive Again, And Giving Life: Once Again The Heart Distills Them.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

I Am Everybody And Every Time, I Always Call Myself By Your Name.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.