Yesterday something dawned on me; how can something that is a creation of yourself become the higher consciousness that one is searching for. Creating a thought and building it to be what you have been searching for you can always… Read More ›
She knew she was being followed & she ran. She tripped & fell; footsteps neared; gunshot sounded; death met life
His friendship was his identity & his signature was his smile; He left us all with the painful truth that life is unpredictable; We miss him.
He talked a lot and people hated it. They told him to shut up. When he was gone the same people hated the silence he left for them