What Else Is Life From The Time

I Hold Him To My Chest. My Love For Him Is The Only Unequivocally Good Thing I Know Is Always There Inside Of Me. It Is The Reason I Should Be Spared All That Is Coming, The Only Reason.

You Were Trying To Tell Me Something And I Was Trying To Tell You Something Else. We Didn't Trust Each Other And That Was Reason Enough To Make Each Of Us Right.

When You're Younger, You Tend To Be Reckless About Trying To Find Out Who You Are And What You Can Do And Should Do. But As You Get Older You Become More Accepting Of Yourself, And With That Comes Greater Contentment.

The Peculiar Striations That Define Someone's Personality Are Too Numerous To Know, No Matter How Close The Observer. A Person We Think We Know Can Suddenly Become Someone Else When Previously Hidden Strands Of His Character Are Called To The Fore By Circumstance.

[memory] Visits When It Is Hungry, Not When You Are.