Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?