I Can Only Hold On To The

It Can Be Challenge Enough To Have To Eat With Myself.

Sometimes I Can Hear My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.

You Have To Do Something Bad To Do Something Good.

Sometimes I Imagined Stitching All Of Our Little Touches Together. How Many Hundreds Of Thousands Of Fingers Brushing Against Each Other Does It Take To Make Love? Why Does Anyone Ever Make Love?

And I Wouldn't Say No To Something Sweet.