A humble child from afar, I find interest in the great chasms of literature, such as found by the great author Tamora Pierce. For when the wisdom shared in ink does not quench my thirst I find relief by the lyrics of musical bards of Country or Christian orientation. In the chance that the afore mentioned becomes too tedious I may turn out a jumble of thoughts through means of graphite and tree to muster together a poem or two. If a headache is not inspired before the night is through, I welcome the clutches of decaying moonlight to see me into another world of dreams and mystery.