The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
You don't know anything, but I know even less.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.