Your little hand upon my chest... While you head lay upon my breast... Deeply dreaming of daddy and I... Deeply dreaming while the worlds goibg by...

He keeps the box on a shelf, small and battered,like it's lived a thousand lives. Dust gathers on the corners,but he doesn’t touch it,not since the day he put it there,not since the day he stopped believing in goodbye. The bottle...

  Not really.   My needs are your needs.   Eating,sleeping,spreading seeds.   It's that simple for other creatures.   Not humans.   We've turned our search for food into something more than the need to fuel our bodies.   We've turned sleeping into the search for a more salubrious environment to...