Perfection Is A Promise, And A Reassurance

The Question Was: Will You Meet Me Tomorrow? And The Word Was: Yes.

...the Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You. This Is Half The Reason For The Cure: It Clean-sweeps; It Makes The Past, And All Its Pain, Distant, Like The Barest Impression On Sparkling Glass.

I Love You. Remember. And Someday, I Will Find You Again.

I'll Find You," He Says, Watching Me With The Eyes I Remember. "i Won't Let You Go Again

Mama, Mama, Put Me To Bed I Won’t Make It Home, I’m Already Half-dead I Met An Invalid, And Fell For His Art He Showed Me His Smile, And Went Straight For My Heart.