It isnt possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love ignore it muddle it but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right love is eternal.

Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.

I know were fucked up alright Im impulsive and hot tempered and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute and then need me the next. I never get anything right and I dont deserve you...but I fucking love you Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever. When youre around I dont need booze or money or the fighting or the one-night stands...

If conversation was the lyrics laughter was the music making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

When God Created MothersWhen the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said. Youre doing a lot of fiddling around on this one. And God said Have you read the specs on this order She has to be completely washable but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands. The angel shook her head slowly and said. Six pairs of hands.... no way. Its not the hands that are causing me problems God remarked its the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have. Thats on the standard model asked the angel. God nodded. One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks What are you kids doing in there when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldnt but what she has to know and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. I understand and I love you without so much as uttering a word. God said the angel touching his sleeve gently Get some rest tomorrow.... I cant said God Im so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower. The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. Its too soft she sighed. But tough said God excitedly. You can imagine what this mother can do or endure. Can it think Not only can it think but it can reason and compromise said the Creator. Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. Theres a leak she pronounced. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model. Its not a leak said the Lord Its a tear. Whats it for Its for joy sadness disappointment pain loneliness and pride. You are a genius said the angel. Somberly God said I didnt put it there.

Life he realize was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery in the end there is confirmation but its in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

I wasnt actually in love but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

HAPPINESS is ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED

Art and love are the same thing Its the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.