I Would Not Cry. I Do Not

The Dead Are Merely The Countrymen Of My Future.

The World Is Full Of Broken People. Splints, Casts, Miracle Drugs, And Time Can't Mend Fractured Hearts, Wounded Hearts, Wounded Minds, Torn Spirits.

A Silent Dark...as Black As A Moonless Lake, As A Ravine's Wings, Darkness There And Nothing More, Merely This And Nothing More.

Each Reader Needs To Bring His Or Her Own Mind And Heart To The Text.

Perseverance Is Impossible If We Don't Permit Ourselves To Hope.