The End of a Dream that had Only Just Begun	These tears running down my streaked face will dry up but my love for you never will.	I love the rain, because with it come the grey skies that I wear like an old sweatshirt	Kambera Says "Goodbye"
The memories, like shadows, have proven inescapable	On the Road	Must it be? -Immortal Beloved	Somehow, alas, (s)he fell in love, And was sold into slavery. -DH Lawrence