Through All The Windows I Only See

I'm Not Independently Wealthy.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?

Some People Reflect Light, Some Deflect It, You By Some Miracle, Seem To Collect It.

At The Breakfast Table We Are Footnoting Everything That We Read. We Don't Recognise It As Such But We Encounter An Article In The Newspaper And Then Suddenly We Recall That A Friend Had A Certain Comment On That Particular Story, A Certain Bit Of News That We Saw On The Television Applies To That And We Immediately Assemble An Idea Of A Story.

Love Of Love Written By The Broken Hearted, Love Of Life Written By The Dead.