2Little2Late

 Nothing is better than something

Turning the lights off

Either we forget right away or we never forget.

Lullabies for Little Criminals

A bullet must have passed through your heart when you were very young, causing you to bleed out slowly, over things and lovers and every white surface that you had ever come across.

Everything you want in life has teeth

Few people can tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.

Serial Killers

Most wanted serial killer of the last century.

It’s a mystery how some people just feel like home.

The amazing thing is that even after we've fallen, we'd still get in line to do it again.

Stranger in a Strange Land

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

The things that matter don’t necessarily make sense

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like, but you fall for them anyway.

What I like best

Like is what happens between Love and Hate. 
Like is for strangers

Looking forward for the next miracle

 Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them

Things to do today

“I've suffered loss in my career for not being obedient.

Believe me, the loss was little compared to the fear all of you stomach every day.

When the sun sets, I can sing ‘My Way’ with Elvis, Frank Sinatra, and Francis Coppola.

What is your anthem?”

- john milius

Taking a stroll

 We’re all just walking each other home.

The Little Things ? The Little Moments ?

 They are not little

Things we love to hate or love

We lose ourselves in things we love. 

We find ourselves there, too.

Queen of lilac, queen of blue

People are not of symmetrical importance in each others memories.

Options

 The past is never dead. It’s not even past

A few tips about 2016

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run 
You never count your money 
When you're sittin' at the table 
There'll be time enough for countin' 
When the dealin's done.

Sailing along for the ride

 It’s never fifty-fifty. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty.

Forward into the past

Meanwhile at a small Balkan country 

This time is different

A short comment on Greek elections