And It Was Lonely, To Yearn, All

I Don't Know What You Mean When You Say 'the Whole World' Or 'generations Before Him.'i Thought There Was Only Us. I Thought There Was Only Now.

Writing Is Hard Work, And Fun, And Requires You To Keep Your Backside In A Chair When You Would Sometimes Like To Put It Elsewhere. So The Only Wisdom Is The Advice To Keep At It, I Guess.

Sometimes I Wish They'd Ask For My Wisdom More Often - There Are So Many Things I Could Tell Them; Things I Wish They Would Change. But They Don't Want Change. Life Here Is So Orderly, So Predictable - So Painless. It's What They've Chosen.

The Life Where Nothing Was Ever Unexpected. Or Inconvenient. Or Unusual. The Life Without Colour, Pain Or Past.

Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made It Seem As If The Whole World Was Crying.