Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your

At This Moment, The Story In His Head Was Perfect. He Also Knew From Experience That It Would Degenerate The Second He Started Typing, Because Such Was The Nature Of Writing.

It's As Though I've Been Sleepwalking And Suddenly Woken To Find Myself Here

The Sky The Sky- Same As It Always Was.

So What If I'm Ninety-three? So What If I'm Ancient And Cranky And My Body's A Wreck? If They're Willing To Accept Me And My Guilty Conscience, Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?

I Have To Convince Myself That This Is Not A Pointless Life, Even The Body Is Telling Me So.