AN OCHEN OF TEARS FOR THOSE IN FEAR ONE TEAR OF JOY FOR THOSE THAT DRINK THE WATER.

Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.

What I like to drink most is wine that belongs to others.

There was a time I didn't know your name Why should I worry, cry in vain but now she's gone, and I don't worry cause I'm sittin' on top of the world.

Written By Robert Hellenga

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