Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

To those who know, all is possible. You all are rare. Heavenly words from afar, Maybe somewhere near. Words you can sometimes hear. While sitting here. Reading without a care. Yes, sometimes life really isn't fair. Sometimes, you'll be pulling at your own hair. Some of us stand in the prayer, While others stand in the mare. Look another tear. so grab a needle and become a threader. Storm your weather. Then watch life float like a feather dropped from the State Building Empire. Empire State Building  that's better. Tongue twister in the mixer. Now it's about thinking wiser, the grounder, batting average, severely lower but I won't give into my internal exploder.