I don't care if other people don't believe it. I know it to be true. There's something I can't pin-point. It doesn't lend itself to description, but I know it's there. It's the ever present knowing of all things. Something much, much greater than our pushing and pulling of life, our fighting to conquer and … Continue reading it is
the lowered curtains hide our greatness monkeys give us crumbs to eat dancing clowns laugh out loud and the fat lady refuses to sing the game is not over until cruelty halts herself dead in her own tracks and some brave person draws the curtain and feeds you a proper meal
It's not bad or good it's about your own truth it's about the heart you carry that is real it's red, blue, purple sometimes turquoise-green If I were to push you over the edge would you fly or would you fall Push me! Let me see I have fallen before so I know I can … Continue reading bad or good?