Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
Regret for wasted time is more wasted time
The poor live slow and hard; the rich, fast and easy. The rest of us shuffle along as we may.
Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.
A modest demeanor arouses thoughts of seduction.