The Worst Part Of Holding The Memories

-a Whole World Can Lie Before Someone, If Love Is There When One Wakes.

For The First Time, He Heard Something That He Knew To Be Music. He Heard People Singing. Behind Him, Across Vast Distances Of Space And Time, From The Place He Had Left, He Thought He Heard Music Too. But Perhaps, It Was Only An Echo.

Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made It Seem As If The Whole World Was Crying.

Writing Is Hard Work, And Fun, And Requires You To Keep Your Backside In A Chair When You Would Sometimes Like To Put It Elsewhere. So The Only Wisdom Is The Advice To Keep At It, I Guess.

I Have Learned Over The Course Of My Many Years That It Is A Bad Idea, Usually, To Investigate Piteous Weeping But Always A Fine Thing To Look Into A Giggle.