About

It seems like aeons! You have known a thousand generations; lovely people, warm, gentle people, people with whom you have shared so much, people who hold your trust, people who trust you. Always, though, out on the periphery, you have been aware of others, those who maybe have been less fortunate in their circumstances, some who bear malice, who wish evil on their fellows, who seek to profit from the weaknesses and goodwill of gentler brothers and sisters. Even these ones, seeking solace in the shadows; perhaps, especially these ones, need their tales to be told. After years of hoarding all those souls, all those tales, all those emotions, all those frustrations, the need for release is no longer bearable. You feel that if you do not share the stories you will explode and these ... uncountable images that you have held within yourself; some of them borne affectionately, others, maybe not so much; they will, untold, unshared, unexplained, simply dissolve into the cold, timeless, anonymous ether. So you pick up your pen ... and write!