“A life whose beginning we do not remember, and whose end we do not know.”

Life is a journey through the sea between the Islands of birth and success.

There are times when god speaks. You might not hear the words, but you’ll see. You’ll see.

For in the wild I feel the safest where the thorns of the invisible hand can not prick me.

I tried to write you something uplifting but I could only see grey.

I want to spend the rest of my coffee’s with you.

Never again will I give, give myself to those who refuse to see my fire.

You attract the energy you give out to the world.

We are built on a foundation of facades.