I Do Not Write With

I Loved Something I Made Up

His Voice Stopped And They Looked For A Long Quiet Moment Into Each Other's Eyes And Between Them Lay The Sunny Lost Youth That They Had So Unthinkingly Shared.

She Could See So Clearly Now That He Was Only A Childish Fancy, No More Important Really Than Her Spoiled Desire For The Aquamarine Earbobs She Had Coaxed Out Of Gerald. For, Once She Owned The Earbobs, They Had Lost Their Value, As Everything Except Money Lost Its Value Once It Was Hers.

I Want Peace. I Want To See If Somewhere There Isn't Something Left In Life Of Charm And Grace.

Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.