The stairs. My brother randomly said this as he was coming slowly up the stairs. I give all the credit to him.

Sometimes life is a lonely path.

I am both angry and sad.

Your life was hard.

The end of love is hard to bear.

A communication of bartering of the soul.

Slipping into the spinning world of drunkenness.

Fate seems like one big juggling act.

Poem.

Sad and lonely days can really bring you down.