He was sad and had told her he was sad and the girl knew his heart and loved him. She knew the burden of his poetic and sensitive soul. She feltthe exhaustion of his heart. How it somehow seemed to perspire inside from all the excercise that human existence came with. How heavy, like lead, it had felt when she first realized that life was uncontrollable. And, by no rule or higher power, nor was it written, that life was fair. She knew this to be fact. Death and love had proven it to her on more that one occasion. Her own her screamed to her, and wondered;knew, that his screams were as tired as hers. The lonliness she felt in her heart was a cousin to the nervousness in his eyes. The mother of her lonliness was her understanding of the truth. And this truth would make him bitterand give offspring and the offspring would be his nervous eyes.