“...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...”

“...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...”

“......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...”

“...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...”

“...not even the wind can bring a tear to my eye the way you do...”

“...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...”

“...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...”