I have no connection with you whatsoever. I have nothing to do with you. You are a thimble filled with water next to my ocean. You are a grain of sand to my beach. You...

How very different it would be to live somewhere where people weren’t afraid to reveal themselves, where emotion was prized instead of hidden.

All my happiness seems caught up in one of your smiles. – Jered Mandeville, ‘Upon a Wicked Time