I am the blogger and there is no other, perhaps the secrets of true happiness will be found here, location unknown, but not in the land of terror or fear.  So you will search with the love of what?  The direct action must result in something, even to satisfaction.  Hard work done perfect and you got a real friend.

 

End of night.

With this thought we ponder the sacred nonsense we live in.

Is this love or what?!

Get on a pair of glasses.

So far and so near the planes flew like living birds

As to stir the spirits of the western woods

Hold me that I may hold you

Those lazy summer days.

Behind the darkness it might be very bright.

We will find what ever it is!

Oh thanks but uh, I got work to do!

Do you recall how real this was.

Have me instead.

You are my friend in this place.