The Happiest Folk Are Those

I Write What I'd Like To Read And Just Hope That, Along The Way, Others Might Like To Read Them, Too.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .

They Say Everyone Needs Something To Love.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?