Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.

I have wished you something
None of the others would....

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.