Without regard for life or limb, of what fate shall become of him
A dog knows only of his heart, which breaks if he and I should part.

wolves
running, howling
furry, fast, loud
barking, growling
dogs

Without others
   I am
      Alone

Without you
   I am
      Lonesome

I love band.
I love the way my fingers dance.
I love the way the notes swirl,
And the rhythms twirl,
And my fingers hold those perfect notes,
If only for a moment.

Tell me how people think
The crisp sound of leaves
Scattered around the trees
Crunching beneath feet
Sounds beautiful
And how the smell of death
Coming from the decay
Smells wonderful.

Autumn is the season of the dying.

You've got that Mona Lisa smile
You know what you've got
You know who you are
You know something no one else knows.

I want to find out.