Hope Is Such A Tenuous Quality. To

I Have Listened To Many Tales In My Life, And Told A Few Of My Own. If This Has Taught Me Anything, It Is That There Are Some Occurrences That Change The Course Of Things, That Make An Alteration Far Beyond Their Own Apparent Magnitude. It Is Like The Throwing Of A Tiny Pebble Into A Pool, How It Makes An Ever-expanding Circle Of Ripples, Spreading Right Across The Water's Surface.

Your Actions Are Your Own. Your Choices Are Your Own. Each Of Us Carries A Burden Of Guilt For Decisions Made Or Not Made. You Can Let That Rule Your Whole Life Or You Can Put It Behind You And Move On. Only A Madman Lets Jealousy Determine The Course Of His Existence. Only A Weak Man Blames Others For His Own Errors.

I Thought Of Betrayal And How It Came So Easily - In A Word, A Glance, A Gesture.

More Like Some Small, Fierce Bird Of Prey, Something With A Sharp Bite. An Owl Perhaps, That Speaks Only When The Rest Of The World Sleeps. Jenny Will Do Well Enough.

I Wonder How It Takes You, That Moment When Everything Turns To Shadows. - Somerled.