It's Not Me But The World That's

The Rain That Fell On The City Runs Down The Dark Gutters And Empties Into The Sea Without Even Soaking The Ground

Memories And Thoughts Age, Just As People Do. But Certain Thoughts Can Never Age, And Certain Memories Can Never Fade.

Sometimes Fate Is Like A Small Sandstorm That Keeps Changing Directions. You Change Direction But The Sandstorm Chases You. You Turn Again, But The Storm Adjusts.

Time Expands, Then Contracts, All In Tune With The Stirrings Of The Heart.

Her Cry Was The Saddest Sound Of Orgasm That I Had Ever Heard.