I've written anger,
But I really don't want to now.
I've written despair,
But that's not now.
Subdued happiness?
At ease with life.

Life.
Wearing me away?
Life can never do that.
That's what happens -
What we can never stop.
I hope I never make myself...still.

Mysteries will continue.
I'm not all knowing.
I write here what I think now.

Love to me is a big cake.
Frosting all over.
And crumbs all that I've seen.

Special moments are few.
Few moments are special.
But when they come...
You must live for them.