When do dreams die?  When we stop watering them with our hearts, our minds, our actions.

I am a writer who casts out tales of wonder into the darkness, hoping for some sparkle of shared enjoyment in return.

We all walk in the dark.  But we do not have to walk it alone.  That is why we reach out to one another, joke in shared pain with each other, and never pass up a fallen comrade along the way.

Friends are the only true wealth we have in this life and the only treasures we can hope to find in the next.

Thanks for dropping by.  Roland

http://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/