Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Compassion

At what age did you learn your compassion? I learned mine young, and he worked his entire life to unlearn his. Compassion is a poor man's wealth, don't you understand. And he didn't want to be poor. So he gave all of his away, and my feet hurt from its colossal mass. How poor this man had to have been, burdened with such riches.

Dreamer

I will never meet the man of my dreams. I don't dream, you see. And my men all seem to live in nightmares.