Memories And Thoughts Age, Just As People

When I Write About A 15-year Old, I Jump, I Return To The Days When I Was That Age. It's Like A Time Machine. I Can Remember Everything. I Can Feel The Wind. I Can Smell The Air. Very Actually. Very Vividly.

Deep Rivers Run Quiet.

Everyone, Deep In Their Hearts, Is Waiting For The End Of The World To Come.

What's Nurtured Slowly Grows Well.

I Dream. Sometimes I Think That’s The Only Right Thing To Do. To Dream, To Live In The World Of Dreams. But It Doesn’t Last Forever. Wakefulness Always Comes To Take Me Back.