and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
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
Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.
Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.
I wasnโt lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could ๏ฌnd no meaning.