Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.
Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is
...on forever's very now we stand.