Maybe There's A Way To Keep Us

The Older I Get, The More I Lose My Ability To Breathe.

This Might Be The Happy Ending Without The Ending

It’s As Simple As That. Simple And Complicated, As Most True Things Are.

Aloof, Adj. It Has Always Been My Habit, Ever Since Junior High School, To Ask That Question: “what Are You Thinking?” It Is Always An Act Of Desperation, And I Keep On Asking, Even Though I Know It Will Never Work The Way I Want It To.

The Clock Always Ticks. There Are Times You Don't Hear It, And There Are Times That You Do.