TWO FACEDTWO FACED
When you have with you a dream. When you want to reach a place, to be somewhere. A place where it is high, a place where most walks with you.
OVEROVER
blowing time does seem right valuing yourself to discover you are more that what you receive is little but what you give is more perhaps being selfish is required to
TELL YOU WHATTELL YOU WHAT
if not told or if told either way not bad to say it fear fear fear is stopping you from rising Photo by alleksana on Pexels
MIGHT IT BEMIGHT IT BE
There is always a way. There is always a route. There is always a path. For every journey there is a direction, one which to follow to lead to the
STARINGSTARING
down you see that plant grown growing it was not that before it was nothing you planted it yourself but now all up majestic with its leaves protruding greenish you
VALUEVALUE
Blowing wind. The fan propelled with a rate quick, level two. The quiet that befell that time. The mosquitoes danced to their tune for blood. A tiring day it has
HOPEHOPE
holding on to it with an aspect of believe that to come to be it will be with imaginations driving every day it is this thought of you having it
WITHOUT YOUWITHOUT YOU
Most satisfying is seeing results. Things you do shaping people, some way or the other. It truly is the hallmark of a creator. Seeing their work making a difference. Changing
JOURNEYJOURNEY
ahead turning slow flowing with the tide sad that the pace is not quick then you remember the journey how it has been the every steps you have made you