A Kiss Isn't Terminal." "it Is The

Holding Onto Something That's Gone Only Makes A Sickness Inside.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.

And You're Not Going To Tell Me She Didn't Make A Move On You. At Least Test The Waters." "the Waters," He Said, "were Not Receptive." "if They Had Been, I'd Have Drowned Her In Them Already.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

Why Are You Always Smiling? What Do You Know?