From Him To The Stars, In All

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

Through My College Years, Topping That Ridge Had Always Given Me A Great Sense Of Being Home, But Time Had Diminished The Emotion And I Had Begun To Suspect That Home Was Less A Place Than An Empty Page.

I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve Too Much For Those Who Never Cared A Fig For You.

From Him To The Stars, In All Directions, There Was Only Silence And Emptiness.

There Isn't A Thought In My Head I Care To Be Alone With For More Than Five Minutes.