If you believe in the roots, and I in the fruits. Let’s listen to each other with glee, and may be we’ll discover the tree.
I lie when I’m ashamed I have done something that is not me. the devil in me you may say with no reason, no logic, just the animal I become. […]
Who is this person and what does he want. How will I know him and how can he tell me, when only a few occasions forces me to judge him. […]
They say he doesn’t think when building his home, yet more heed is seen than those that war and conclude they know. His passion for art sees no end. Pure […]
Like a beaten up dog loved but no more. Scarred by the beating stick of reality, over and over, time and time. Loved one’s gone, the remorse of mistakes, misdeeds […]
Alone I find my self a better person. How right might Darwin be when I look and see that might makes right. Quietly I sit and ponder how different I want […]
A child protected, sheltered, loved for his innocence, the innate state of a beautiful beginning, no lies or deception, pure in heart, emotions, passions, a reflection of his wants, actions […]
I love myself the most, for how can I deny what is important to me. To such an extent this is that I search for the one who created thee. Lucky I feel, for the road paved, the ups and downs, survived, understood and finally […]