Do You Think They Missed Him Terribly

Who But The Mad Would Choose To Keep On Living? In The End, Aren't We All Just A Little Crazy?

A Gentle Breeze Catches In The Branches Then And I Hear It, Soft And Low, A Murmured Prayer--gem-ma, Gem-ma--and Then The Leaves Bend Down And Trail Delicate Fingers Across My Cold Cheeks.

The Library Card Is A Passport To Wonders And Miracles, Glimpses Into Other Lives, Religions, Experiences, The Hopes And Dreams And Strivings Of All Human Beings, And It Is This Passport That Opens Our Eyes And Hearts To The World Beyond Our Front Doors, That Is One Of Our Best Hopes Against Tyranny, Xenophobia, Hopelessness, Despair, Anarchy, And Ignorance.

I’m Not Interested In Being Polite. It’s False.

We've Barley Stepped Into The Bright Glow Of The Realms When Everything Goes Dark.