Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.

What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks. Books. Not just one or two dozen, but hundreds of them. In crates. In piles on the floor. In bookcases that stretched from floor to ceiling and lined the entire room. I turned around and around in a slow circle, feeling as if I'd just stumbled into Ali Baba's cave. I was breathless, close to tears, and positively dizzy with greed.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please