Stay. Fight. Live. Take It. Cry. Cry.

I Think Of How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

I Listen To The Tick Of An Unseen Clock Marking Moments Of Time Long Passed.

There Is Emotion In The Hug, And There Is Respect And A Form Of Love. Emotion That Comes From Honesty, Respect That Comes From Challenge, And The Form Of Love That Exists Between People Whose Minds Have Touched, Whose Hearts Have Touched, Whose Souls Have Touched. Our Minds Touched. Our Hearts Touched. Our Souls Touched. We Separate.