People promise each other the worlduntil they are not given it.We give until we no longer receivesomething of equal or greater value.Life and love is nothing more thanre-gifting. When we don't like what we get,we save it for someone else,and hope, with all of our hearts,the the next package is better.

For those that say it is better to sleep when you're dead...They mustn't dream like me,for there's no sleep in my asleep;my slumber's the liveliest place to ever be!

I will always remember the integerthat opened me up;but it is clear to methat you always forget thefinal unit,because that's easier than finding outwhat is left insidewhen you can't Master Lock me.Go ahead...forget the combination.I'm finally okay with admittingthat we were always at a deadlockanyway.

I've been coasting down these open roads alone for so, so long—traveling the roads less traveled on my own, taking in the scenery.But, now I am here to s(t)ay...you can ride in my sidecar, any day.

Your layered, sweater-y, thickset hug around me—I dared to dream of your bare, balmy,broken-down skin tangled in mine.It was a twist of artless fate in my mind.I watched you pull away...on your "Naked" bike.I was covered in a trench coat,but more than naked enough for the both of us....

Little snail,out after a hard rain,hiding in her shell—trying to make it to thewishing well,but being toldthat she's too small tolift the pennies in...because she did not make themon her own.

Mother Teresa said,"To keep a lamp burningwe have to keep oil in it."Now, I am no Mother Teresa, but...I am not even dealing oilbecause when you mix it with water,well,you know...We all know:I love with kerosene.

Don't think twice;once is enough.If you have to think again,it will always be a second thought.

Tornadoes devastate and leave a mess behind,just like your ending,so the instant that 'Psychlone' sees you rebuilding,she's going to spin completely out of control, every time.You can't get sucked into the same vortex twiceif you eject the monster from being it's own victim;but until then, I'd pull in your rocking chairs,lock down your trash cans and recycling bins,and take your potted azaleas inside...... if I were you.