Dreams

Hollowed eyes,
listless faces;
they don't belong here
to this insubstantial world;
Out of phase slightly in time.

Always watching
Listening
for something not here
nor there
Out of this world.

Their ears are blocked
to the sounds of this world
their eyes blind to the sights here.
They don't feel... fully here.
They are the Faded ones
Everyone
'Cept for one.

Person A: Hi there!

Person B: Hi.

Person A: Have you heard the news? There...

Person B: Yes! Isn't it astonishing that...

Person A: I'd say. It...

Person B: Agree. And...

Person A: But...

Person B: Yes...

Person A: Still...

Person B: Not...

Person A: Let...

Person B: You...

Person A: Why...

Person B: ...

Person A: ...

Person B: Never mind.

Person A: Forget it.

There is Music in the rain; the Thunder bass and the rhythmic Beating on the ground. 

Everyone has so many faces, that to claim to know anyone, to predict what he would or would not do, is but a joke.

Death is not part of life.
We are essentially alive.

Therefore, we cannot die. QED

"Provided the soul always has the means of happiness within itself, all the troubles coming from elsewhere are powerless to harm it. If anyone lives in such a way that his conscience cannot reproach him for ever failing to do something he judges to be the best, he will receive from this a satisfaction that has such power to make him happy that the most violent assaults of the passions will never have sufficient power to disturb the tranquility of the his soul." - Rene Descartes

Not sure who the editor, translator is. (I think it is probably Cottingham, but not sure). So sorry about that.

Love, it flits around. Like a butterfly, from flowers to flowers. Approaching slowly near; suddenly afar. Briefly alighting, then gone again. Like a hazy presence, the scent of which never quite dissipating. Like a gambler, who hungers after the fleeting exhilaration; he paces the deep chasms. 

The truth is seldom worth stating, much less the blatant truth.

It's best not to ask yourself what it is that you are thinking at the moment, for you'll find that what you are thinking is merely trying to think what it is that you are thinking at the moment.

It's best not to ask yourself what it is that you are feeling at the moment, for you'll also find that what you are feeling is merely the feeling you get when you try to feel what it is that you are feeling at the moment.

In both cases, the content is empty--merely regressive. Easily confused with, but don't be!, with feeling empty.

"Hi, happy Valentine's day! Are you free tonight, can I take you out for dinner?"

Possible replies:

"Oh, sorry, I'm rather busy today."

noooooooooooooooo

"Stop bothering me, Ever."

urrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ah, sorry, I've got a date tonight already."

*coughs blood* kneels over and die.

So much for Vday.