Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebodyreally want himit is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

anyone lived in a pretty how townwith up so floating many bells downspring summer autumn winterhe sang his didnt he danced his didWomen and menboth little and smallcared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isnt they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessedbut only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summerthat noone loved him more by morewhen by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyones any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dancesleep wake hope and thentheysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moonand only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells downone day anyone died i guessand noone stooped to kiss his facebusy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.Women and men both dong and dingsummer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain

After all damn it what does being in love mean if you cant trust a person.

All of sudden this shooting star went by and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.

Would you mind repeating that Im afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what Ive longed to hear.

Love like rain can nourish from above drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life love dries on the surface and must nourish from below tending to its roots keeping itself alive.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

It is the possibility that keeps me going and though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing I believe that anything is possible.

Love Jo all your days if you choose but dont let it spoil you for its wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you cant have the one you want.

And Ive fallen.So hard.Ive hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. Ive felt shame and cowardice weakness and strength. Ive known terror and indifference self-hate and general disgust. Ive seen things that cannot be unseen.And yet Ive known nothing like this terrible horrible paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching.Love is a heartless bastard.