Memory Was Supposed To Fill The Time,

I Never Confused What I Had With What I Was.

It's So Beautiful At This Hour. The Sun Is Low, The Shadows Are Long, The Air Is Cold And Clean. You Won't Be Awake For Another Five Hours, But I Can't Help Feeling That We're Sharing This Clear And Beautiful Morning.

As Long As I Am Thinking, I Am Alive.

I Woke Up Once In The Middle Of The Night, And Buckminster's Paws Were On My Eyelids. He Must Have Been Feeling My Nightmares.

You Only Get To Keep What You Refuse To Let Go Of.