The Look Of The Sky

No One Ever Does Live Happily Ever After, But We Leave The Children To Find That Out For Themselves.

In The End We Are All Caught In Devices Of Our Own Making. I Believe That. In The End We Are All Caught.

I Tend To Scare Myself.

The Late Afternoon Sunlight, Warm As Oil, Sweet As Childhood.

Sometimes Life Coughs Up Coincidences No Writer Of Fiction Would Dare Copy.