Linging Stories

What is life but an endless search for dreams come true By james a. galgano Forgive me for asking I am but an old loving fool lost on this planet much like you may I ask you this why exactly are you here to get rich find true love or find some happiness dear have you had success in your search are you disheartened where it might lead if you still remain alone in tears after all the years bathe over you like nothing you never thought could be but then came true do you awake wishing you could forever dstill slkeep do you long for the lips of one love whose love you were unable to keep Well guess what you are among ther many who search here alone still for one true love they hope will forever be You know there are many of you like us out here among the void called humanity Still searching among the clouds from where only rain falls while we wait for some sunshine to guide us to true love Which in the back of our hearts and minds we fear may never be but you know this might be true But it is no reason to give up for what is life but to continue searching in hopes to find what we know must surely one day soon be

A long time ago, before any of you younglings were born, there lived a group of kids. Five on them. All from different eras. Living on a small, cramped island. How do they live? What do they eat? Where do they sleep? You'll have to figure that out with us!