These stories come from our pasts and will extend in some form or another far into our futures. To know them is to realize that there is more to our land than the thin stuff we find in newspapers and on TV.

Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

Or do they really roam the dark forests and swim through the murkey waters, living their secretive existaces, not caring whether we believe in them or not?

Ghosts aren't real. Or so we were told from a very young age, on those dark sleepless nights when something nameless was keeping us awake.

Always smile at the strangers passing you, one day they could be your best friend, and if they turn out to be you worst enemy, at least you shared this one moment of unadultured friendship

And I hear
In my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart

Love is a fire, but you never can tell if it's going to warm your fireplace or burn down your house

There's beauty in the breakdown

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane
By those who could not hear the music

Cinderella and the prince
Lived, they say, happily ever after,
Like two dolls in a museum case
Never bothered by diapers or dust,
Never arguing over the timing of an egg,
Never telling the same story twice....