I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you're back again.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.