We Praise Like Frogs, Swear

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern, The Poem More Important Than The Notebook

There Are Some People That We Didn't Forget, But We Don't Smile Any More When They're Mentioned.

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.