Time Cant Be Given. But It Can

Chin Up, Don’t Smile, Don’t Cry, Don’t Fall, Walk.

Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.

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.

Age Is Just A Number, Not A State Of Mind Or A Reason For Any Type Of Particular Behaviour.