Sometimes There Is Only One Thing Left

As The Rain Falls And The Sun Shines, They Grow, Grow, Grow; Minds So Open, They Go Through Life Aware And Accepting, Seeing Light Where There's Dark, Seeing Possibility In Dead Ends, Tasting Victory As Others Spit Out Failure, Questioning Where Others Accept. Just A Little Less Jaded, A Little Less Cynical.

Children Need Close Friends To Help Them Grow Up, To Discover Things About Themselves And About Life. They Also Need Close Friends To Keep Them Sane

Holly Smiled Weakly. Gerry Would Know Exactly How She Was Feeling, He Would Know Exactly What To Say And He Would Know Exactly What To Do. He Would Give Her One Of His Famous Hugs And All Her Problems Would Melt Away. She Grabbed A Pillow From Her Bed And Hugged It Tight. She Couldn't Remember The Last Time She Hugged Someone, Really Hugged Someone. And The Depressing Thing Was That She Couldn't Imagine Ever Embracing Anyone The Same Way Again.

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

Nobody's Life Is Filled With Perfect Little Moments. And If It Were, They Wouldn't Be Perfect Little Moments. They Would Just Be Normal. How Would You Ever Know Happiness If You Never Experience Downs?