Why

Every now and then I'll post personal scripture. Shit happens and welcome to America:

Time begins when the few become many. We sleep when the world is at peace, when we 

wake, everything becomes chaos. People make everything to become of them, yet we                   forget to

 remember we all share the same conscious. As the nights progress, we forget about the 

woman who got us here. She has the sweetness to make shrimp pasta turn into a private 


                                                                                                                                       get-away. When you find someone that turns the world into a place of comfort,


 enjoy that clarity 

for everything in this world requires a sense of balance. When you return to the chaos that


 brought you there, your only

 reality will be what's in front of you