I Wonder What Ants Do On Rainy

Find Me Now. Before Someone Else Does.

Music Always Stimulates My Imagination. When I'm Writing I Usually Have Some Baroque Music On Low In The Background Chamber Music By Bach, Telemann, And The Like.

The Heavy Smell Of Flower Petals Stroked The Walls Of My Lungs.

Even Castles In The Sky Can Do With A Fresh Coat Of Paint.

We Fell Silent Again. The Thing We Had Shared Was Nothing More Than A Fragment Of Time That Had Died Longe Ago.even So, A Faint Glimmer Of That Warm Memory Still Claimed A Part Of My Heart. And When Death Claim Me, No Doubt I Would Walk Along By That Faint Light In The Brief Instant Before Being Flung Once Again Into The Abyss Of Nothingness