Me:I want to go home...

Dennis: well, you are home.

Tell me again? Tell me everything that I know and anticipate.
Or you could just be silent and live it out over the next 60 years or so.

Riddler on the Roof

Do you love me?

For who I am or what I do?
For convience?
In desperation?
In fear?

How much of me matters in the equation?
How much of you?
How much of him?

Do the answers matter?
Should they change the way I live?
Love?
Move?

It all boils down to how much of me is you and how much of me is Him.


Girl~ Kerry Roper

It's friday night and I'm alone in my residence.
It's wonderfully beautiful, gentle and cold.

Solitude is beautiful, but you need someone to tell you that it's beautiful.