Why does it seem we're always wishing people well, when we don't want them to go? Hoping for their happiness often when we have little for ourselves... Why so rarely do things go according to plan... at least according to our plan... the one where we get to be involved in the happy ending. Poets and dreamers tend to risk their hearts, their lives, their sanity... and end up losing one or all. (09/15/2010)
