... a short time perhaps when measured by the calendar,
but endlessly long to gallop through, as i have done,
at times accompanied by splendid people, advice, applause, and orchestral music,
but basically alone... Franz Kafka.
I remember a friend once said, " You break her heart, i'll break your face."
But its funny how we aren't really friends any more.
And there are no broken faces, only broken promises, beliefs and characters.
After all that has happened with and after you,
i really don't believe in the people around me.
I don't believe that they'll stay.
Like you didn't,
i trust only that they will leave.