Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

My Mother Once Told Me I Was Like Water. Water Can Carve Its Way Even Through Stone. And When Trapped, Water Makes A New Path.

Perhaps It Seems Odd That A Casual Meeting On The Street Could Have Brought About Such Change. But Sometimes Life Is Like That Isn't It

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

All At Once I Felt So Vain, Like A Girl Posturing For The Crowds As She Walks Along, Only To Discover The Street Is Empty.

And When I Raised Myself To Look At The Man Who'd Spoken, I Had A Feeling Of Leaving My Misery Behind Me There On The Stone Wall.