Don't Pointless Things Have A Place, Too,

The Problem Was, I Think, That The Places I Fit In Were Always Falling Behind The Rimes.

Nothing In The Real World Is As Beautiful As The Illusions Of A Person About To Lose Consciousness.

Irrepressible Curiosity Vied With An Instinctive Fear.

And It Came To Me Then. That We Were Wonderful Traveling Companions But In The End No More Than Lonely Lumps Of Metal In Their Own Separate Orbits. From Far Off They Look Like Beautiful Shooting Stars, But In Reality They're Nothing More Than Prisons, Where Each Of Us Is Locked Up Alone, Going Nowhere. When The Orbits Of These Two Satellites Of Ours Happened To Cross Paths, We Could Be Together. Maybe Even Open Our Hearts To Each Other. But That Was Only For The Briefest Moment. In The Next Instant We'd Be In Absolute Solitude. Until We Burned Up And Became Nothing.

There Is Nothing In This World That Never Takes A Step Outside A Person's Heart.