Its slighly amusing how I can forgive someone who had once hurt me, but people who have never met this person or ever had contact with them, can hold such a grudge...
there are those who know the truth there are those who believe there are those who know the lies there are those who still believe there are those who spread the truth there are those who listen and know there are those who spread the lies there are those who listen and don't know there are those who believe there are those who actually know there are those who actually believe there are those that know who you are there are those that refuse to believe there are those who know...
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Peter
Nice one :)