There's Light And Joy, But

Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

What Are You?" I Whispered. He Shrugged Again. "something," He Said. "something Like You, Something Like A Beast, Something Like A Bird, Something Like An Angel." He Laughed. "something Like That.

And What Is Wrong With Playing With Words? Words Love To Be Played With, Just Like Children Or Kittens Do!

Anything Seems Possible At Night When The Rest Of The World Has Gone To Sleep.

I Thought How You Can Never Tell Just By Looking At Them What They Were Thinking Or What Was Happening In Their Lives. Even When You Got Daft People Or Drunk People On Buses, People That Went On Stupid And Shouted Rubbish Or Tried To Tell You All About Themselves, You Could Never Really Tell About Them Either... I Knew If Somebody Looked At Me, They'd Know Nothing About Me, Either.