For every breathe of life, there is a sigh of death. For every act of kindness, there is an act of hatred. For every moment of joy, there is one of sorrow. For every beginning, there is an end.
Yet the singular ray of hope that shined ever so narrowly unto this world of hopeless creatures and hapless beings, were that belonging to four such brave souls.
I suppose now would be the best time for you, my readers and audience members, to really get to know the man behind R.S. Noel.
24 years down this road; and this is what I’ve realized after all this time.
To see the potential of you and I. To feel the winds of unspoken truths caress my face with faulty lies.