I can’t hold on to a single thought. There’s lots of them, they’re swirling, and they’re frightening, but I can’t
Wouldn’t it be wonderful, if everything worked out? Irrespective of the grandiose nature, and concepts that surround life and ontology;
There was a time when as the stars passed by in the night outside my window, I would stare out
Your memory is the rationality, by which your reason is based upon.