I Can See His Pain, See It

We're All Strangers Connected By What We Reveal, What We Share, What We Take Away--our Stories. I Guess That's What I Love About Books--they Are Thin Strands Of Humanity That Tether Us To One Another For A Small Bit Of Time, That Make Us Feel Less Alone Or Even More Comfortable With Our Aloneness, If Need Be.

Live Life As If Today Is Your Last Day Living. :-)

Just Once, She'd Like To Be The Exciting One, The Girl Somebody Wanted.

Writers Are Also Sort Of Like Vultures, But With Fewer Ethics.

The Night's Chilly Breath Tickles Up My Neck And Finds My Ear, Whispering Secrets Only The Wind Knows.