"Why? How do you know? How can you prove it to yourself?" I donÆt know. How do I know if IÆm hungry? Do I have to prove it to myself? Starve to death and then know that I was hungry? How do I know my love is real and not the imitation of puppy dog infatuation? A hundred thousand questions I didnÆt care about, because I cared about her. And although this is never good enough, itÆs good enough for me. And if by chance I know why, then thatÆs not love. But if I find myself at a lost, then I am found. 1/30/98 |
In this Way
Yesterday is but a day, 1/30/98 |