No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.
She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.
Be strong, be brave, be true. Endure.
We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.
He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.
It is no way to live, to wait to love.