Endless stream of thoughts each one stronger than the next, depending on my vibration I\'ll build or destroy every atom of it.
For the wisest of words can\'t bring you peace and the most riches make a home full of happiness.
This universe may give but we are the return, to finding more reasons to walk above the dirt
Nothing comes easy other than the deed, the rest of the levels is like relearning to breathe
The forecast is set to hit every emotional vent and even chaos at the blink of a gesture or word
As the drips of nievety turn into flooding waves, the boat is not sinking so I\'ll write the way.
All of this because of a 2year old not wanting her dirty bum changed!
To be human is to find your humour after the strain and never lose sight of the reason we play the game....
In hope that one day they\'ll do the same and the circle of wipe will begin again