I'm angry all the time,. No one's fault but mine. Tell me how you fashion kind. When you're out of style?. . And I've tried hard to answer. All the questions that you've posed.
One time. We were. In passing. I watched. The future. Swirling 'round, around my head. And this is how it went. . You and I both alone sat. Waiting in lines too long to comprehend.