I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.