Soft Sorrows

This is a book of desperation, despair, forlorn faith and broken melodies. It is a song to the pitifully sad, the abandoned and lonely, the danmed and distained and the heartless demigods. It speaks volumes to the addict and brings hope to the defected... It spills truth to the helpless and enlightens the Cuckold. May you once learn to breath, for seeking knowledge is much harder than obtaining it. I offer all a bit of truth, but unfortunately truth can be more condenming than lies. Forgive me. As you must forgive to learn yourself. I am not the voice of echoes more than a voice of reason, and the man who plugs his ears will surely not be able to hear. Don't hide infedelities, don't hide your addiction, don't hide your despair, don't hide your anguish or sorrow. Don't hide your distain, don't hide your disjunction. I feel at your pain. I can sense all misery. This book is a story to which you might finally entertain. Listen ever carefully and don't miss a word: Even truth can be told as a fanciful lie. Fear not child... I am here to listen. Fear not child... I am here to teach.