Just Write About What Bites You And

Death Doesn't Make You Sad- It Makes You Empty. That's What's So Bad About It. All Of Your Charms And Beliefs And Funny Habits Fall Fast Through A Big Black Hole, And Suddenly You Know They're Gone Because Just As Suddenly, There's Nothing Left At All Inside.

At The End Of Their Relationship She Asked If They Could Still Remain Friends. His Face Stayed Expressionless Until He Said "no. Because We Put Friends In Boxes. You See Them Once In A While, Or Even A Lot, But Still They Have Their Box In Your Life, Their Specific Place. Their *category.* That's One Of The Great Things About Being Someone's Love-- You Have No Box In Their Life Because You're Part Of All Their Boxes. You're Their Friend, Their Lover, Their Confidante-- All Those Things. I Don't Want To Be Put In One Of Your Boxes And I Don't Want To Shrink You To Fit Into One Of Mine.

Dogs Are Here To Remind Us Life Really Is A Simple Thing. You Eat, Sleep, Take Walks, And Pee When You Must. That's About All There Is. They Are Quick To Forgive Trespasses And Assume Strangers Will Be Kind.

Fear's Greatest Weapon Is Its Ability To Blind One To Anything. In Its Presence, We Forget There Are Others To Consider, Things To Save Besides Ourselves.

I Read Less Of Everything Now. With Only Fond Memories Of Others' Work, It Will Be Interesting To Give My Own Journal Writing A Try Now.