The Pains Are The Road Map To A Good.Life.

The moon is out of reach, deep your feet in the sand on the beach, put your hand in mine and let me lead you, to where you and I desire but wben I am wrong, don’t hesitate, be bold, carry the big stick and get me into line, for the discomfort will temporarily, but…

Your Role Model And The Scars On The Face.

Some marks are scars picked up on journeys on paths strewn about with thorns, broken bottles and barbed wires, underneath such scars are stories of broken promises, long cold nights of tears and sorrows, those scars were once little scratches that became festering wounds that have now healed, and have left a mess of ugly…