I Was Starting To Think I Was

It Won't Be A Normal Life-i Know That. But It Will Be A Life. A Life Together.

We'd Said We'd Keep In Touch. But Touch Is Not Something You Can Keep; As Soon As It's Gone, It's Gone. We Should Have Said We'd Keep In Words, Because They Are All We Can String Between Us--words On A Telephone Line, Words Appearing On A Screen.

This Is The Trap Of Having Something To Live For: Everything Else Seems Lifeless.

Your Humor Is Your Compass And Your Shield. You Can Hone It Into A Weapon Or You Can Pull Its Strands Out To Make Your Very Own Cotton-candy Blanket. You Can’t Exist On A Diet Of Humor Alone, But You Can’t Exist On A Diet Without It, Either.

My Lines All Curve. I Tend To Connect The Wrong Dots.