It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

I am going to love you now, slow and sweet.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face.

What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons