Pray God our aim is true and each arrow finds it's mark.

Like any artist without an art form$$$ she became dangerous.

How is a man fortunate to live in the darkness$$$ brother?<br>"Why do you wonder?" asked Blaise. "For only he who has lived in darkness truly knows and values the light."

Words are worth little when the heart refuses to hear. Therefore$$$ judge us by our works.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation$$$ life rapidly vanishing$$$ all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action.

So many things I had thought forgotten<br>Return to my mind with stranger pain:<br>Like letters that arrive addressed to someone<br>Who left the house so many years ago.

Rather than act like the lord of the manor$$$ I would rather behave like a guest. Rather than advance an inch$$$ I would rather retreat a foot.

Let me feel how thy pulses beat.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

Whose silence are you?