You Prefer Not To See The Gears

The Night That Seemed Endless Hours Before Is Now Slipping Through Your Fingers, Ticking By As It Falls Into The Past And Pushes You Towards The Future.

I Think That's A Hallmark Of A Really Good Story That It Has Readers That It Speaks To More Than Others.

That Man Has No Shadow.

I Suppose There Will Never Be A Lack Of Things To Say, Of Stories To Be Told And Shared.

I Have Had Affairs That Lasted Decades And Others That Lasted For Hours. I Have Loved Princesses And Peasants. And I Suppose They Loved Me, Each In Their Way.