People Often Say 'i Live For My

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

I've Come To Terms With It, It Knows I Know.

Cats Have It All - Admiration, An Endless Sleep, And Company Only When They Want It.