Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! i spend my evenings alone. Gloria, do you think about if you are known? 'cos i do and i think there's no reason for you.
Gloria, the dogs you walk will forget your place. Gloria, there will only be a grave in your place.
forgive me, i'm far too shallow thinking life purpose has intrinsic value.
it seems that life comes to you in smaller places and it doesn't matter who smiles or grimaces. you see, i come from a life of all petty things like good dental hygiene and gorgeous wedding rings. you will die happy and i will die sicker and i'd hope to guess that (of course) there is purpose for your gentle kindness and obnoxious storytelling. all you need is a smile and no material things that will bring you down. i am an anchor of self-deprecation and self-righteous fulfillment.
but all you need is a smile from a living being and that makes you living--you are a living being!