I Want To Believe You, But If

This Was Never Any Place I Was Meant To Be. This Isn’t A Place For Me.

It's Good When Food Tastes Good, It's Kind Of Like Proof You're Alive.

Then She Took My Hand And Touched It To The Wound Beside Her Eye. I Caressed The Half-inch Scar. As I Did So, The Waves Of Her Consciousness Pulsed Through My Fingertips And Into Me - A Delicate Resonance Of Longing. Probably Someone Should Take This Girl In His Arms And Hold Her Tight, I Thought. Probably Someone Other Than Me. Someone Qualified To Give Her Something. "goodbye, Mr. Wind-up Bird. See You Again Sometime.

It Is Sometimes Necessary For Each Person. Fill Up With Delicious Food, Get Drunk, Sing Loudly And Chat Frivolously.

Despite Your Best Efforts, People Are Going To Be Hurt When It's Time For Them To Be Hurt.