A Story Is A Living Thing, It

Like Everything Else, Love's Not Worth Much Without Some Action To Back It Up.

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.

Because She Deserved My Tears If Anyone On Earth Ever Did. I Could Feel The Tears Within Me, Undiscovered, And Untouched In Their Inland Sea. Those Tears Had Been With Me Always.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.

Humanity Is Best Described As Inhumanity.