She Was The Sort Of Person For

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?

She Was The Breeze On A Summer's Day, The First Drops Of Rain When The Earth Was Parched, Light From The Evening Star.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.

It Is A Cruel, Ironical Art, Photography. The Dragging Of Captured Moments Into The Future; Moments That Should Have Been Allowed To Be Evaporate Into The Past; Should Exist Only In Memories, Glimpsed Through The Fog Of Events That Came After. Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down.

When You Love Someone You’ll Do Just About Anything To Keep Them.