All that you touch. And all that you see. All that you taste. All you feel. And all that you love. And all that you hate. All you distrust. All you save.
So, as an example, you're CNN. I mean it's story, after story, after story is bad. I won, I won. And the other thing, chaos, there's zero chaos. We are running, this is a fine-tuned mach.
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail. Tossing away your last cigarette. Picture your finger pushing the doorbell. Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat.
"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed. Check the number and dial again.". "The time from your telephone company is 9:33.". "Please hang up".
She may well have been. The most beautiful girl in the world. Her life snuffed out. Like a bulldozer crushing a pearl. . The secret committee. Deep in its lair.
She was always here in my heart. Always the love of my life. We were strangers, oceans apart. But when I laid eyes on her a part of me died.