We Came To The End, We Found

Somewhere Someone Is Thinking Of You. Someone Is Calling You An Angel. This Person Is Using Celestial Colors To Paint Your Image. Someone Is Making You Into A Vision So Beautiful That It Can Only Live In The Mind.

There Is No Heaven For Me And No Hell. And Certainly Not Any Karma.

I Don't Have Many Friends So The Phone Doesn't Ring And No One's Asking Me To Go Out And Go Dancing With Them.

A Rose Trapped Inside A Fist.

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.