In Eustace's Sophomore Book, Crickets In My Bed Eustace shares a journal base on true acts, wishes, unanswered questions all ears still listening for a sound of change. the space between one's thoughts. "Crickets In My Bed" evokes a plethora of emotions that are triggered off by ordinary and seemingly trivial events. Poignant and personal moments like finding love, lost potential/love, and the writer's personal relationship with life observations that are expressed in simple and poetic story language; Typographical innovations make this book all the more appealing to read and to take home. Many readers will find their own feelings and related experiences in Eustace's lyrical and zealous poetic, musical journal. Front Cover of Book: Click below: http://www.beustace.com/crickets.htm Excerpt to Introduction: "I do not live by words alone. I am thoughtful, yet thoughtless. I am poetic, yet I write aimlessly. I am a great orator at times, yet speechless at moments. A writer with so much to say, yet my paper has only a few bars of sentences. I've said this to say, I am lost for words, yet I think my thoughts.I will try to find words to express my deepest feelings, to describe me to you, to make explicit my thoughts and seduce you with meaningful phrases that will raise your temperature, and break the boundaries of your inner-most feelings. I am certain that the title may amuse your thinking faculties, but for me "Crickets" represent the good, the bad, and the ugliness that we all have endured in life at one time or another. We all exist because of situations. Life deals us a handful of situations at birth. And before we know it, we belong to a mother, or to a father, to a husband, or to a wife, to a lover, or to a friend, to a child or to a situation. I have laid in my bed wondering who am I? What is my situation? What is my condition? Where do I belong? To whom do I belong? Who are these strangers coming in and out of my