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Sometimes When I look into your eyes, I am lost in a sea of questions. How? It seems to me, sometimes, that you came to me like a spring seedling on the breeze. heralding the dawn of a new season, A new life. Sometimes When I stroke your soft skin, I wonder how it came to pass that I am yours. eternaly. Do I deserve you? Yet I know When I catch your beautiful gaze, Eternity is going to go by so fast. Too fast. Sometimes I ponder how such beauty can exist, And be mine, When all around me beauty is so utterly sparse. You're incomparable, you know. Sometimes I'm happy enough to realise, that not all questions need answ

  A while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I don’t know for sure that what he said was true, but today there’s two particular seconds I can’t seem to get off my mind. I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I can’t honestly say that he h