morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.
Charles Bukowskiand then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive
Charles Bukowski