why do they live, what plots do they believe, everyday, yet again, walking down the same path, to the volatile inner being is a wrath. yet life is but a surreal wave, To be rode on ecstatically, not being to pattern , a slave.
Please come back My longing heart calls Such kindness you've shown You've softened my falls... Come back my muses My loving friends Leave me not Here alone Unable to mend.... Please come back if you can My dearest HP friends .........................................