I wanted to say goodbye to someone$$$ and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us were still alive.

Well$$$ we must wait for the future to show.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again$$$ in the clearing$$$ at the end of the path.

But I believe in love$$$ you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I dont think its in the stars$$$ but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful$$$ staring$$$ unrelenting sanity.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

We all float down here!

She can't help it$$$ he said. "She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog."

Your hair is winter fire<br>January embers<br>My heart burns there$$$ too.

Do as you would be done by.