It’s confusing, crying in the sea, wondering where my tears and the drops of water really begin and end. Or, I could say, where they join...

when you fall in love all over the world, you are blessed with the trouble of many "see you sometime, maybe never's." but...

we kiss without knowing that was it, halas, too soon. I try and sear the silhouettes in my mind, the way that they are cut-out shades...

i suppose if i'm going to leave you i'd rather be sad to miss you than glad to be rid of you... the tears fall either way, but now...