I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.
There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
People ask me why I connected. It was presumptuous of me to say, but I'm Everyman. The difference is I put my thoughts into words.
Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.
and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.
Strangers are just friends waiting to happen