So strange how I wish people would stop making sense. You know it when you look into their eyes, there is a dark spot within like the shark whose sight comes alive before the attack. We are all predators instinctively, If they have less, we have more. It's the sharks who disguise themselves as harmless. They are caressing their teeth with a darting tongue. What part of no, do you not understand? I am not a small fish for you to play with.

When the breeze brings relief like water in the desert, I feel my sprit swept up into the sky. Then as I walk, I look down on myself and then see the path. I imagine the people I love around me smiling taking each step with me.