I Would Love To Write A Mystery

We Haven't Lost Everything, If We Haven't Lost Our Hope.

His Entired Life Bundled Into Wenty Refuse Sacks. His And Her Memories Bundle Away In Holly's Mind. Each Item Unearthed Dust, Tears, Laughter And Memories. She Bagged The Items, Cleared The Dust, Wiped Her Eyes And Filed Away The Memories.

I Felt That My Views And Philosophies Had Been Changed Overnight. The Philosophies That I Had Gladly Carved In Stone, Recited And Danced Upon.

To New Beginnings. To The Pursuit Of...somethingness.

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