So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At

I Dwell In Possibility.

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

Expectation Is Contentment - Gain Satiety.

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.