Saturday, August 18, 2012
I have been visited many times, close friends, parents, loved ones. It is a fact of life. You can't escape it. I am happy about the times I have turned you away. I've told you to leave. I am not afraid of you. I've danced with you, but I always knew that, as tired as I am of being alive, I have no wish to die. You grind and grind, and then what? No one really knows. You have to live now.