bad weather

I am not the same person as I was yesterday. We're not the same people as we were yesterday. Give it- at most- three more years and by then my hair will be completely gray. Multiply my age by your age then add an infinity and that integer will equate to the amount of love I will give thee before dying. Nobody wants to be the haystack- we all need to be the needle. You see- you will see- that nothing is everything when everything is nothing. You see? You will see that you and me were meant to be together in good and/or bad weather. It is snowing in my desert. No thank you- I do not need any dessert.