I Wish I Had More Time To

Memories, So Sweet And Bitter.. They Had Both Nourished And Devoured Him For So Many Years. Until A Time Came When They Began To Fade, Turning Faint And Blurred, Only An Ache To Be Quickly Pushed Away Because It Went To Your Heart. For What Was The Use Of Remembering All You Had Lost?

Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is Harder.

In Love - It Sounded Like A Sickness Without Any Cure, And Wasn't That Just How It Sometimes Felt?

Words,words Filled The Night Like The Fragrance Of Invisible Flowers.

A Book Always Keeps Something Of Its Owner Between Its Pages.