I See Myself As Someone Who Makes

Be The Instrument Playing The Sound Of Your Life's Passing

I Wasn’t Having Second Thoughts, But I Was Having Thoughts.

It Was Inevitable: Yankel Fell In Love With His Never-wife. He Would Wake From Sleep To Miss The Weight That Never Depressed The Bed Next To Him, Remember In Earnest The Weight Of Gestures She Never Made, Long For The Un-weight Of Her Un-arm Slung Over His Too-real Chest, Making His Widower's Rememberences That Much More Convincing And His Pain That Much More Real.

Love...is The Immovability Of Truth.

They Do Not Desire Anything More Than Everything They Have Known.