A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
"I wake to a sound which vexes me. This morn she pervades the light. Ever-present in this passion, is she whose voice captures me within. I fall to her word. Her whispers pierce deeply, and my passions effused, no return to reality. I savor a moment only to lose it. Time passes and she loves no one. A truth comes alive and strangles me. I ask, and it comes. Passion my master, I am consumed."
© 2001 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
