You forget, darling, we should be ourselves all the time.
You Forget
Look Back
A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.
The Worst is Over
A whisper of reassurance the worst is over, the good the relief the happiness begin to appear.
Draw the Curtains
His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.
Saturday Night
A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.
Silence of a City
Pause, peace, rest. The silence of a city, had to be the regeneration of the human race.
This Life
This life no doubt - it was a worthy one.
Death Itself
Death itself, is depths of unfathomable water. Things submerged, shut forever in eternal frost. Life's end is a sleep alienated so complete in black.
Infinite Calm
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.
Human Nature
I was wakened. My happiness does not interest him. I selfish, got up and left him. It's human nature.
