She thought. She stopped. She thrived. Her heart leapt, bounded, pounded, tried. She laughed and cried, even said goodbye: her fears came a tumbling down and down and down...

What do you do when the world turns round on you? Where do you go? What to say? What to do? Woeful woeful woeful me. Then stop--wait a minute. This isn't Bruno Mars, I won't put any liquor in it. I'll settle for a punch, a Mountain Dew, some chew, a few for me for you. Full House; Dull House. Fall down; get back up. Up and down and round we go.... Where will we end? Nobody knows? But do we to end? No, no we don't. For, if it were ever to end; the river would stop mid flow. nd so we will dream and write and grieve and hope that one day--some day--our hearts may roam free.