We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

I lie as truthfully as I can.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

sometimes I hate you," she said.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted