Can you explain to me again how a star burns itself out and a hundred years later I still watch it twinkle and shine. If I can't communicate with poetry, maybe I just don't have anything important to say.
My plan to make plans is a reminder of just how little control I have over the random events that make up my life. Remind yourself regularly that it all has an end. Love hard.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
You're nuts! I didn't fetch all your CDs just in case you eventually said something important because the law of averages was in your favor - I've never been disappointed by any of them.ReplyDelete