I am routing for you May you learn to smell the roses again Possibly for the first time… May you learn to find happiness Without
Strange as it might sound, isolation for me can have a calming effect, no more racing mind, no more fight or flight affecting my digestive
Guess the Jokes on Me I’m not going to yell, I’m not even mad I got a funeral to think about because the person I
It’s a plague It’s a Storm I am afraid to die Not because I cherish my life But for the fact that I can’t take
Another storm is here Is this the BIG ONE another altered reality another uneasiness Another speculation filled with the convictions of many is this it?
When does it end? or should I say when does the happiness begin? I yearn for a world where you can feel like you belong