"THE BRUTALITY OF REALITY "

 Life is brutal life is sweet. It's made up of many choices we make and Promises we forget to keep. It's a cold heartache on a hot midsummer night. It's warm and cozy in front of a fire or Candlelight. Why things happened we'll never know, but life goes on as we grow. As time ages so do we, the birth of a new baby, or a graduation party. The times we have in our lives soon become faded memories. People will come and people will go. We asked why things happen but only God knows. He has a plan for one day you will see, and it's life then death. The brutality of reality. t.d. Bills