I found God on 107,on the tight steep turns terrifyingand satisfying to complete.Towering trees, cloaked in sharp greens,supported with eternal brown.The wind and roarof driving too fastencouraged the danger,daring me to mess up,to go over, to end it all.Would it be an accidentor a dream come true?I found God in the silenceof my thoughts, everything emptyand begging to be filled,too afraid to ask.Desperation is a way of lifebut loneliness is the choice.I found God when I foundmyself. The wooded surroundingstook me in and spit me out.The heavens called outin a voice of a stormto guide me home.I am home.
I will be here with you My loves, In every lifetime And I can only dream to remember you when the mind's eye turns dark & I forget my footing
I remember one day you changed my life. You made me feel like I belonged. But you didn’t even know all of the ways All the ways that you changed my life.
Practicing Spanish with those from many different countries is like communicating with a Karen versus a gangster
That which was, that which is, and that which could be, Throughout days, weeks, months, and years, Courage in the day, or the night full of terror and fears,
A person cannot be your missing piece. They can never save you. Being your sun is not their job, and they are not responsible for your wounds and healing.