Of Course The Pace Of Change Never

Here Again, I Saw Life In All Its Noisy Excitement Passing Me By.

The Heart Dies A Slow Death, Shedding Each Hope Like Leaves Until One Day There Are None. No Hopes. Nothing Remains.

I Worried She Might Spend An Afternoon Chatting With Me About The Sights And Then Wish Me Best Of Luck.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.