One day Time will die And love will bury it

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.