We Are The Echo Of The Future.

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way

I Think There's A Kind Of Desperate Hope Built Into Poetry That One Really Wants, Hopelessly, To Save The World. One Is Trying To Say Everything That Can Be Said For The Things That One Loves While There's Still Time.

We Are Not Born To Survive. Only To Live.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For Part Memory Part Distance Remaining Mine In The Ways That I Learn To Miss You From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.