Pretend That This Is A Time Of

Anger Is A Wasted Emotion.

We Try To Keep The Beautiful Memories, But Other Things From The Past Creep Up On Us.

Misery Won't Touch You Gentle. It Always Leaves Its Thumbprints On You; Sometimes It Leaves Them For Others To See, Sometimes For Nobody But You To Know Of.

On Some Levels, You Can Also Have This Feeling That We Are Being Duped, Somehow. And That The World Is At Play For Something You Would Understand More If It Were Pure Ideology. It Is A Very Strange Time And Also Basic Things Are Being Taken Away.

Love Is Like The Rain. It Comes In A Drizzle Sometimes. Then It Starts Pouring And If You're Not Careful It Will Drown You.