In This Room The Hours Of Love

This Time Has Finished Me.

I Will Remember The Kisses, Our Lips Raw With Love, And How You Gave Me Everything You Had And How I Offered You What Was Left Of Me.

There Was Nothing Glorious About The Life Of A Drinker Or The Life Of A Writer.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

Simplicity Is Always The Secret, To A Profound Truth, To Doing Things, To Writing, To Painting. Life Is Profound In Its Simplicity