To what entitlement are we believed to become into; to become strangers to this world...
Asked by not our taking to trust those we have no idea of?
When the trials of delusions and pain leave me; as a shaking leaf: I simply find that is feeling.
Laughter comes rarely....as if a candle lingers more still in the night to bring light to those that do go without.
Does a smile really equal happiness? Sometimes throughout the weirdness of life I can find a moment;
that not only conjures a smile; but brings upon you laughter...
which to the new world always plays the music of the singer of laughter...
