The Closest Thing To Being Cared For

But All The Time-no Matter What She Was Doing-there Was Music.

The Thinking Mind Is Best Controlled By The Imagination.

But You Haven't Never Loved God Nor Even Nair Person. You Hard And Tough As Cowhide. But Just The Same I Knows You. This Afternoon You Going To Roam All Over The Place Without Never Being Satisfied. You Going To Traipse All Around Like You Haves To Find Something Lost. You Going To Work Yourself Up With Excitement. Your Heart Going To Beat Hard Enough To Kill You Because You Don't Love And Don't Have Peace. And Then Some Day You Going To Bust Loose And Be Ruined.

They Are The We Of Me.

We Are Homesick Most For The Places We Have Never Known.