The clock no longer chimes.
The dinner bell no longer rings.
These sounds on which I so
depend
have
gone.

Your place is in the grave
with flowe#sș00rs down u ND er
A ND unanswered prayers¢.


Caroline Shank

My voice, my face, my body... Everything is young. But I keep asking myself, 'Where is my youth?'

you say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it.
you say you love the sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining.
you say you love the wind, but when it comes you close the windows.

so that's why I’m scared when you say you love me.