In a room, the corner of fours will tell you a story of what they've had experienced and seen in their times of being. Some may be good and others may be bad, but the truth is, there's a liking which exists which is not known by others. What will the walls say if they had seen the entire affair of this dramatic scandal. Skip. It isn't a choice anymore as choices would permit one to make decisions, but this is force as no decisions can be made for it. I may be in Africa where the time difference is of six late, but my heart roars like the lions in the wild when the thought you strikes. It isn't me anymore, it's what's in me that counts. Smiles may be superficial and nothing can be more of the truth than the truth itself. Hands down, I miss you.
