I Scream For Everything That Has Gone

When You’ve Been Poor All Your Life, You Never Really Think It Could Be Any Other Way. And Sometimes You’re Even Happy, Because At Least You’ve Got Your Family And Your Health And Your Arms And Legs And A Roof Over Your Head.

Clouds Suit My Mood Just Fine.

I Have To Force A Smile Off My Face As I Sit Limply In My Seat... Then, Just As I'm Congratulating Myself For Such A Stellar Plan.

The Memory Fades, And I’m Left Hanging On To The Ghosts Of His Words.

Fantasy And Science Fiction Are Where My Brain Lives.