I was walking the streets of a numb town Spring never followed winter’s gown and nothing was real, not the days, not the years only memories of you, the whispers and fears The invisible said so quietly to me “You cannot think, you cannot be. But If you call this death You should live it To the very last breath”. These bodies remember all They are everything at once, Their burning fires can be seen As clear lights from outer space Little light houses In their own dark waters Only once can the possible and Impossible meet. Here, In the eternal return ~Erika

2 women …one recently widowed: May…”Yes, he was a good man except when he drank. Then he wouldn’t work, slept all day, hit the kids and me, carried on with loose women. Then the drink killed him.” June….”Tsk! Tsk! Did you think of getting him into AA?” May… “Oh My No! He wasn’t that bad!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Norman, I liked you better when you were drinking!” declared an old pal, feeling no pain. “That makes us even,” replied Norman, “when I was drinking, I liked you better too!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AA is like an adjustable spanner, it fits every nut ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AnonyMouse says: I’m not controlling, I frequently put itunes on shuffle…