Never Fear Being Alone, Because You Never

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.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.

Do Not Ask The Definition Of A Friend. He/she Is That One Without Whose Company Death And Dying Set In Earlier And Living Is Made More Pleasurable.

And If The World Breaks Down, I'll Be Around.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.